Rodyn prowled through the land surrounding the pack-house, as much as he could prowl while still in human form. The full moon was still two weeks away and he felt impatient. Humans were encroaching on their land again. His father had sent scouts out to the nearest town to sniff out the problem. Development. Rodyn growled.

Legally, both in pack and human laws, the land belonged to them. It didn't stop developers from coming out to ask about buying it. Through the thick trees and grass covered hills. It was home and it was peaceful. They shouldn't be here. He turned and looked over his shoulder, at the old, colonial style packhouse. The whole family shared, so the back of the house was a mess of extensions built throughout the years as it expanded. Of course, the pack went outside itself to find mates, so sometimes someone left, but more often than not it meant more people coming in.

He paused on the next hill. Something smelt sweet. He wasn't immune to sweet smells and trailed down the hill, sneakers skidding over the loose dirt, hoodie snagging on branches as he went. He nearly burst into a clearing when he spotted the source. A human. He bristled but felt confused. They usually weren't so sweet smelling. That was usually reserved for other wolves or mates. He felt his body go taunt as the human turned to look around at the forest, up from their book.