Dawson
I slowed to a trot, nose to the ground, the grass tickling my snout. I could hear Khason doing the same to my right. Patrol had detected yet another intrusion on my lands, this time more to the south. The intruder was bolder this time; it didn’t seem that they had simply cut through my territory but had come up from the city and entered the forests. My wolves had caught the foreign scent on the breeze and moved in to investigate, but this intruder wolf either had some sort of sixth sense, or was just incredibly lucky, because somehow, they knew exactly when to turn tail and disappear.
I was livid. This wasn’t some newborn making a rookie mistake. Even a rogue wolf would realize that being this stupid twice would irk me. If they sought a new pack, or ev
