He still did not understand the meeting with the strange d'Arte woman not too long ago, and had taken to practicing more of his sparring and fighting with other packmembers - all in jest, of course, but the practice still kept his mind off of other matters. It made him feel more at peace, with himself and with Inferni, and more secure while patrolling the borders like he was today.
A foreign scent reached his nose, then, and he drank it in, wondering what it was; soon after the scent hit him, he heard a loud howl - it was not the long, low howl of a wolf, but the cry of a coyote.
He made his way to where the cry had come from, and sure enough, a female coyote stood at the borders, staring up at the skull-spiked lines. "You're at the borders of Inferni," he barked in his rough voice; "I'm Nathaniel King - who 're you?"
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