Fallen Tree Cove to grandmother's house we go

Attn: @Desideria

Nothing had really piqued Woody's interest yet. Then again, he was not even really sure what he was interested in to begin with. Maybe he was not interested in anything at all. How was he supposed to know what interested him or not? Thus far, he had come across a couple of packs, passed several more, and now he was lingering near another one. As usual, he kept himself far enough away not to cause alarm, but close enough to be noticed. Woody was not fond of being chased off... but he was fairly certain he could not count that as an "interest." It was just a thing that he did not like. Maybe he was destined to be a really boring wolf.

Woody had had an itch in his oxter since he had awoken. That was another thing he did not like, and upon his initial inspection, it seemed to be a tick. They were terribly wretched things. Parasites, only able to live off their host. Not only that, but they spread disease like wildfire (another dislike of Woody's). And so, the lone male was presently sprawled awkwardly on the ground, attempting to shove his teeth into his armpit and pull out the bug that clung to him. It was a truly hilarious sight, should anybody happen to come across it, but he did not mind. At least he was doing something (somewhat) useful. And how could they ridicule him for that? It showed he cared enough about himself not to let some tick rub against his arm all day long.

There was a loner near the borders. And it was not her loner. A curious possessiveness rolled over the rogue, changing her direction suddenly as she paced along the borders of Fallen Tree Cove. The wind carried the scent through the pine. It was a single male, smelling only of himself. What he wanted, she could not know, but with new pups still in their natal den, the scout in training was not going to take any chances. What sort of outpost would she be, if she did not investigate that which was out of the norm? Desideria crossed over the boundaries and did not have to travel much further to find her suspect. Curiously, the male was sprawled out on the ground, gnawing at his own hide as if he had the entire place to himself. While she was relieved to see he wasn't as massive as Anders or Kajika, the loner was still larger than himself…and possibly diseased? Did he have fleas, she wondered, watching him continue to dig at his flesh. Ears pressed backwards, she flagged her tail, indicating her position within the group as she cleared her throat. "Uh, hi there," she rumbled, brows furrowed as she continued to study him. "You know, you're awful close to pack land for a loner. You doing okay?" While she wasn't a healer, they had two among their ranks. Young as they were, they were able to care for Namid after her birth, and she imagined the siblings could help this loner here, if he needed it. (If the alphas allowed such a thing, she realized.) Tipping her head, she inquired, "What's your name?"

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