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It wasn't common for his kind to be on their own. They were pack creatures. Without the echo of running paws beside him, Reed felt the haunting sense of loneliness. Not that it was surprising to be on his own, being the youngest of three older brothers didn't put him at the head of his previous pack. Better this way... Perhaps he could even find something to tear into. Hunger pooling in the pit of his stomach as he kept his nose to the cold snowy ground, scenting. Eyes scanning for deer or rabbit trails.

Instead, it seemed as if he were the one being hunted. The hunger driving him towards food must have kept him from sensing the strange pack of wolves approaching. Wolves like him, if the scent surrounding him was anything to go by.

Reed probably wasn't as intimidating as he could have been on his best of days, having wandered countless miles to just get away from it all. He was tired and worn down, pretty sure his white and silver coat could use a good half hour of cleaning. On the bright side, at least he had quite a bit of muscle on this strange wolf.

"A drifter," he answered vaguely as he cocked his head in curiosity towards the small leader.