Like any wolf who enjoyed a good run, Kato loved the sound of the wind. He wasn't a particularly fast individual, but nonetheless he loved the rush of a good run. This was a place he hadn't seen before, and the fawn boy was keen to explore it. The trees were different here, and the mountains he always found to the east were farther away. Slowing to an ambling walk, he took in the scents and sights like he were a mere sightseer.
In a sudden rush of scent, Kato detected a pack's scent. He carefully backed up. It seemed he had only placed his left front paw across the border, but that was still enough trespassing for some packs. Not wanting to be caught near the scene of the crime, he turned tail and trotted a little ways away. If he were really lucky, no one would come after him. With a sudden misstep, the fawn boy found himself tumbling down a short hill. He was just a real camelopard today. First he crossed a pack's border, then he fell down a hill. Just wonderful.
The tawny boy stood up to shake himself off, taking in his surroundings as he did so. Stale scents ran abundant here, so after he removed the dirt and twigs from his pelt, the youngster trotted over to investigate. Unraveling the scents, he found that two neighboring packs had recently met here. A pup could be detected as well. The scents were so stale he could barely tell who came from which pack. Standing up, he noted that the breeze had struck up again.