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Yup, although next time ask to use PP. Saying Matteo was already on the scene counts as Power Play. I don't mind it this time, but please ask next time. :/

"Wolf" was a pretty bad term for the male that approached. Matteo, the coyote-dog mix, was actually just returning home from his own hunt. He'd been quick about catching himself a couple doves, but otherwise the meal was small; perfect for the slender lad, but no one else. He was just rounding to a path he knew when the scent of a fresh kill, plus a stranger, caught his nose. For a moment, the boy paused, birds dangling lifelessly from his hand.

He pondered over just what he should do; the scent was obviously not a wolf, as far as his sensitive nose could tell, but it was most assuredly a stranger... meaning he'd be stepping out of his comfort zone if he abided by pack regulations and went to confront whoever it was. He chewed on his cheek for a moment, then decided to hold up his end of the bargain he'd made when joining beside his brother. Anathema was as much his home as anyone else's in the pack, meaning he'd eventually have to step up and take charge.

What a horrible, horrible idea that was. As Matteo approached the owner of the scent, he heard her voice. She'd scented him already, meaning he'd have to work either way now. She announced peace, though, and he felt his nerves loosen just a tiny bit. He came into view.

The albino coydog wore his usual black dress shirt and likewise-colored 'bondage' pants, trimmed in blue. On his feet, a pair of black leather boots, fitted and crafted for his feet in optime form. His hair was tied back, and despite his fresh kills, no blood remained to be seen on his muzzle. He'd since cleaned himself off and shifted back by that point.

"This is Anathema territory. What are you doing here?" His Italian accent was thick, but his voice was soft and young. Even though his words were bold, his tone and posture were forced; he was obviously submissive in nature, though at that moment he was forcing himself to be the contrary. "I hope you were not hunting my pack's prey just now..." Teo eyed the mound of dirt, knowing full well what was under it.

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