Thought I'd make a thread to attract some other teens for Mace to meet and/or peacock at, which is why I tagged you all. :D
He's not gonna do anything really rude, and he's not as close as it seems like he is to the packs. He'll probably just be a little cocky if anything.
Nose turned up to the wind was enough to give him the information he needed: the scent of not one, but two dominant wolves carried on the northward breeze. It was an unintentionally arrogant crook of lips that decked his face then, as he strolled along with tail aloft on confident paws. Mace may not have been Prince of Cut Rock River — the title would fall to Maksim's and presumably Astra's young the coming spring — but he was Prince Attaya. With Rowan gone, though the thought brought a painful twinge to his heart and stabbed a hole in his chest, he was the only wolf to hold that moniker.
His nearness was dangerous, perhaps, but there was ample distance between the upwind packs — the one whose dominant wolves he scented, and the one further east that he was unaware of — and himself that he could feign ignorance. Though he oft was a noble and righteous male, Mace would seed his boredom with mischief, if there was enough of it. Only a fool could miss the smell, but he was oh so young, and oh so inexperienced… At least, that would be his alibi to any enraged dominant wolf that might locate him out here.