Marengo Pack
You've been traveling for a while now, carefully following the wolf-scented trails that crisscross the Deciduous Forest. The scents have been left behind by Marengo Pack scouts, but they don't advertise an aggressive reception to those who cross the borders.
"They are careful, but they are peaceful." The rogue wolf called 'Reliable' had told you. His dark muzzle, tinged with gray from encroaching age, pointed in the direction of their caves. "A traveler like you should have nothing to worry about. Oh, and… tell them I said hello, would you?"
You've just begun to pick your way through the thick bramble bushes that the rogue had told you covered the entrance to the largest cave-mouth, when a wary voice slices through the silent air like a fang through the pelt of its chosen prey.
"What's a stranger doing so close to our camp?"
Jumping, you whirl around to face the owner of the voice… and your eyes widen. Before you stands a massive golden male. He bears broad shoulders and a wary gaze that pierces your pelt like the thorns you were just trying to avoid.
You recognize his scent. His had been mixed in with the other border scouts- quite faint, but there. He had been a scout, you guess. But judging by the band of four other wolves behind him and the porcupine at his paws, he now claims the role of hunt-party leader.
"Careful now. Don't go falling into the brambles, stranger." He says- a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm Malice, Beta of the Marengo Pack. And you are…?"
"They are careful, but they are peaceful." The rogue wolf called 'Reliable' had told you. His dark muzzle, tinged with gray from encroaching age, pointed in the direction of their caves. "A traveler like you should have nothing to worry about. Oh, and… tell them I said hello, would you?"
You've just begun to pick your way through the thick bramble bushes that the rogue had told you covered the entrance to the largest cave-mouth, when a wary voice slices through the silent air like a fang through the pelt of its chosen prey.
"What's a stranger doing so close to our camp?"
Jumping, you whirl around to face the owner of the voice… and your eyes widen. Before you stands a massive golden male. He bears broad shoulders and a wary gaze that pierces your pelt like the thorns you were just trying to avoid.
You recognize his scent. His had been mixed in with the other border scouts- quite faint, but there. He had been a scout, you guess. But judging by the band of four other wolves behind him and the porcupine at his paws, he now claims the role of hunt-party leader.
"Careful now. Don't go falling into the brambles, stranger." He says- a hint of amusement in his voice. "I'm Malice, Beta of the Marengo Pack. And you are…?"
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