â€œTakahiro, do you wanna go on back to pack territory?â€ Takahiro nodded, scampering off but stopped dead in his tracks when he smelled another wolf. Spinning around, he staggering his legs and kept low to the ground, a low growl in his throat. Was Kameko okay? He hoped so. As the wolf fully came out of the bushes, teeth bared but still blood on his fur Takahiro loosened his pose a bit and took a few steps forward so he was right beside Miyako.<br/>"W-Who are you?" He called out, keeping his voice steady.<br/><br/><br/>Kameko happily trotted around through the woods, trying to keep on at least one side of the pack territory. Which pack was Takahiro with? She whined in frustration and opted to go the way of the Yavu pack. He might have been there, there was a 50/50 chance he would be. Sauntering off through the trees she tried to stay out of the blistering heat, eyes sharp. The scent of a female wolf hit her nose and she howled.<br/>"Hello?"