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The sun shone down pleasantly during the quiet morning hours. It was quite the lovely day in the Southern lands, warm and clear, with only a few fluffy white clouds dotting the sky. The adolescent was enjoying the cheerful weather, and he stopped at the edge of a meadow, taking in a deep breath. Having recently wandered in from the North, for a change of scenery, Hirsh did regret the choice at all.

The antlered male began to moved onto into the long, soft grass, letting the sun soak into his soft brown fur. He felt a light twinge of hunger in his stomach, but the sun made him lazy, and the pang wasn't urgent. Hunting was always fairly good in the south, and he would take his time with it.

Hirsh continued to move until he had neared the center of the meadow, when he heard a little squeak under his paw. A little field mouse, scurrying to get away. He let it slip past, not really wanting to take such a small morsel when he knew he could find better.

The presence on the alpha went unnoticed to the adolescent for some time. Burune was so well camouflaged that the soft golden grass rendered him almost invisible, still being some distance away from the younger wolf. He yawned big, and shook himself, only then catching the scent of the other wolf, causing him to cast glances about with renewed alertness. He finally spied the bigger adult, and peered over at him, turning to face him. "Good morning!"

Hirsh began to amble over, a little smirk upon his maw at the strange expression on the big spotted male's face, and the staring. He had long grown used to that sort of thing, and he disregarded it, stopping some distance from the male.

"Thank you kindly. My name is Hirsh...may I ask yours? I apologize if this is your territory...I am merely passing through." he said, perhaps lying a bit. He knew Southerners were a great deal friendlier than Northerners, but he was always as polite as possible. This particular wolf looked a little bigger than an average gamma.

Hirsh chuckled softly, used to being stared at. It had never really bothered him. Inwardly, it was amusing to him, as a form of attention. His luxurious, fluffy tail switched as he sat down.

"A pleasure to meet you, Burune. I didn't even see you at first, what an exquisitely camouflaged coat you have..." he said, eyeing the spotty coat. At the next comment, he nodded lightly. "I see. Just making sure. It seems that there aren't many occupied places, lately, after the war and all." he mused, somewhat glad. Some packs didn't like it when you hunted on their land.

Hirsh grinned quietly as he felt the other's eyes on him once more, and he let him look without saying anything. Hirsh was also somewhat proud of his different look, though it had given him some trouble in the past.

"Oh, very. You're just as golden as the grass." he said, grinning slyly. Of course, the grass would not have to be golden to fool prey. Even the dappled coat would help to trick unsuspecting food animals.

"I see...where do you live, then, if I may be so bold to inquire?" he asked, wondering if the big wolf was alone, or if he had had a family. As dark as he felt about it, part of him liked that many places in the South were quiet, and uninhabited.

Hirsh smiled coyly, his emerald eyes shimmering with a playful light. "Indeed you could." he agreed, and sighed softly.

"I thought you looked big enough to be a pack leader. Have you ever lead one before?" Hirsh asked, curious over the other's life before the war, but too polite to ask directly. "Myself, no...everyone I knew has perished in the war. I'm sort of...looking for a place to stay, myself." he said with a sly grin, shifting slightly. "Sort of. I do like to wander around a bit..."