Trotting his way along the borders was the behemoth. He paused now and again, scenting here, marking there, all was right in the world again. He felt as if a great load had been lifted from his heart, and his paws traipsed about with drive and enthusiasm. His tail even dared to sway behind him. There was nothing left to concern him, or almost nothing, and what was on his mind was more often than not a cause for excitement. There was but a hint of anxiety to tarnish it, but he relished the thought of finally making his mate his own, in body as well as soul. He felt the time had come. Thinking of it sent a pleasant chill down his spine. Perhaps that was the sort of release he needed. A smile slowly worked its way across his muzzle. His eyes strayed happily toward the waters of the Alecrest shore in passing. One day soon he would take her on the sands, she’d like that, he thought. His girl so loved the sea. She smelled of it so often it seemed a part of her, and soon, had he his way, he would be as well.
He soon passed the shoreline and continued his way along the boundaries of New Dawn. All seemed quiet, and it wasn’t until much later did he come across the scent of another creature. He stopped abruptly, pelt bristling until he processed the information. It was a member of New Dawn, he soon registered, but of another brother he had yet to meet. He adjusted his tail so that it stuck out straight from his spine, not overly dominant, but enough to ensure that he was greeted with dignity and respect. His ears remained erect and he proceeded slower than before, eyes scanning the horizon for a chance sighting of this other wolf. He glimpsed the male a few yards off, noting a tawny pelt, and a frame large enough to grant him pause. Augustus was quite a bit taller, but the canine was strong and possessed a bulk similar enough to the tundra wolf’s. Another thing was strange about him…his scent was not alike to many others of New Dawn. He appeared…somehow purer. Could this male be a true wolf like himself? His brows furrowed in the slightlest, and his pelt was smooth once more. This day may very well continue to be a good one. He approached the man with confidence and authority, his tail an ever-present sign of his higher place within the ranks. You, there! Brother! I don’t think we’ve met. It was as good a greeting as anyone was like to get from the bi-colored brute, and he paused to stand before the male.
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