Moving quietly through the dappled shade provided by the trees, he held his nose upwards towards the canopy as he inhaled the crisp air around him. Russet ears pricked up when he caught the faint scent of blood, decay and another wolf in the wind. It would seem like someone had only recently made a kill, which intrigued him. Curious to know who the wolf was and what they had caught, Lorcan's pale paws set off to follow their trail.
The stranger had been much closer than he had anticipated and pretty quickly he came across their silvery form trotting between the trees, a large rabbit hanging lifelessly from their jaws. For a split second his heart froze as he mistook the stranger for Craw. Lorcan grit his teeth. No, this wasn't Craw — but still there was something familiar about them. Secretly his mind whirled, golden eyes narrowing suspiciously, as he tried to put a name to her face. Boldly Lorcan moved forwards, his tawny figure approaching her from the shadows as he stepped into the sunlight. Russet ears perked forwards curiously and his tail swayed neutrally behind him in greeting.
He barked across to them to get their attention, before adding. "Have we met before? I'm pretty sure I know you from somewhere..." He tilted his head to one side curiously before introducing himself. "I'm Lorcán."