The macro wolf watched a few of the younger children, females by the way they were playing at hunters, making their way through the village, smiling at them. His own home, one of the most advanced, was also larger than the norm, to accomidate the pipes and other conviences that it housed. This made it a location where the youth congregated to play at hunting games, or even other types, like leap flier and the like.<br/><br/>Smiling at the young ones as they ran past him, chasing after a micro, he walked toward a larger structure, the town hall, getting a good scent from it of the adult females, most of them feeding the young ones. Some, like Reese, using bottles, and others using more solid food, including special treats that kicked and squirmed. For the truly young it was mostly non anthros, but every once in a while he heard a tiny scream, and then the laugh of a baby as something tickled it from inside its belly.<br/><br/>Sighing happily he walked away from the structure and then through a few homes, in varying degrees of modernization, before finally reaching the edge of the village, which was an odd mixture of micro and macro foilage. Some trees toward above him, while others were mere grass, which snapped every time he stepped on one. With a growl he made his way into the woods, more to check and see if anyone was out and about in them, as he smelled some odd scents. He never assumed for a moment that it was micros, as most avoided the village, as well they should.