[center][h2]Kinow[/h2]
[@oWhiteDiamondo][@Polaris North][/center]
Kinow watched as the tip of the she-wolf's tail dissappeared in the undergrowth, the shadows swallowing what was left of her dark form. He waited a moment. Two. Three. Then, when he thought for sure he was alone, his rigid composure melting into a shaking mess. By the grace of the spirits around him, just [i]what[/i] was he thinking?!

The russet wolf shut his eyes, struggling to maintain his breathing. He was a hunter. He hunted things. Small things, big things. Prey things. Another wolf, especially a loner a great deal bigger and tenfold dangerous, was [i]not[/i] a prey thing. He groaned and wiped the locked spot on his forehead, but to no avail. 'The Moon'. Whatever that meant. With a shake of his flank, he turned to head towards camp.

He barely took a few steps forward when that scent hit his nose again. The familiarity of it made him narrow his eyes. Definitely a pack member, definitely real, and definitely close. He swung his head around, his already annoyed expression deepening in irritation. "Alright," he called, "I know you're there."
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[center][h2]Rymen[/h2]
[@Nikki Moonlight][/center]
Rymen's smile faltered for a moment. Then, as if it had never left, his cheerful composure was once more regained. "You are kind," he chuckled, "but I don't wish to burden you with my troubles. Besides," His brow furrowed as his leader's howl echoed around camp," it seems we've bigger problems."

Crescent Moon. That name was vaguely familiar. Why, he couldn't quiet tell. But beyond a feeling of unease, he couldn't quite place his paw on who or what that implied. Yet they were dangerous enough for the usual stoic leader to be riled up about it. The whole situation only made Rymen's hackles raise in alarm. He wanted to run out there, to chase after this supposed threat. But orders were orders. His priority was the pack first. His curiosity, no matter how infuriatingly insatiable, had to wait.

With a shake of his head, his turned back to Luna. "Well, best rest up." He licked her pelt, a small sign of reassurance and affection. "I have a feeling tonight's patrol will take longer than usual."