The large wolf's entire body stiffened as another came into sight. The golden wolf didn't even hesitate. Tharin growled loudly as the other attacked, taking his prey without a second thought. Tharin didn't hesitate to launch his form forwards, upset at losing the kill. If the wolf had failed at bringing down the goat they would have both lost a meal. It was careless. He hit the ground nearby, hackles raised high and ready to start a dispute over who had the right to the kill.
It only took a second for the scent to register. Ookami? He blinked, the hackles partly settled down once more. They weren't as relaxed as they could have been, still upset over the loss of the goat. He took in the mixed scents, picking up Ookami's blood and that of a pack he didn't know. Sniffing over the male Tharin tilted his head. Despite being in a new pack Ookami didn't smell very healthy. He smelled wrong. Not sick, but something was off about him.