That would make it the 26th, so I'm just going to set it for after the horse race, if that's okay. 300+ words.
Vigilante was feeling rather jolly, his four-legged gait jaunty with his happiness (calm and serene as it was). The horse race had been exceptionally interesting, and though he had not known many of the faces there, most of the spectators had been members of his pack, and he had known Hanna and Heath as racers. The winner had also been a member of his pack, Haven, though the mixed man had never personally met the orange boy. Regardless, he had expressed his congratulations to the racers with a smile, then moved on with his day. Since he was not close to any of the racers, he had decided there was not much for him to do at the track when the race was over, and had left and quickly shifted into his preferred lupus form. It was just so much more natural to him to use this form, far more comfortable.
Now a familiar scent entered his nose, carried by the strong winds in the area, one that he had smelled personally some time ago and also heavily on the fur of Miss Ayita very recently; Leroy, the husky male with the strange, red eyes. Their last encounter had been uneventful, and though they had discussed briefly the topic of co-ranks, nothing had come of the conversation. Perhaps today would be different, since he was feeling the itch for something to do. Moving in the direction of the male's scent, Vigilante soon found him and nodded an appropriate greeting. Though he was, admittedly, a little jealous of what Ayita had found, he did not hold the black and white male with contempt. "Hello, Leroy," he said amiably, keeping a slight distance from the higher ranked male. It was just in his nature to do so, and it was not meant to offend the other male.