Dymeh smelled the stranger before he saw them. The scent was oddly familiar, but still unrecognizable. He lifted his head and was on his paws instantly. Following the scent in the dim light, he made sure not to wake any of his pack mates. Warding off this intruder could be cause for a promotion in his pack! Checking to make sure he was down-wind of the enemy, he crept silently under some brush. Though his vision wasn't its strongest at night, he could make out the dark shape of the strange, very small wolf. "Leave!" He barked in warning, followed by a growl. ((Hope that's cool.))