Alexander had intentionally set up his camp a long way from the cabin, he had been careful to keep his distance from the pack's grounds. It was many months since he first identified the werewolf scent in the woods, and the least he wanted was a territorial conflict. In fact, he had even tried to hunt in such a way that the finer game was lead towards the pack's grounds. At least, he made sure that he did not cause the opposite effect.
Anyway, he had settled in fairly well, and now that spring was on its way, he had braced himself for the first confrontation. He wasn't even sure that the pack knew he existed, he was pretty sure he smelled like any other human. To his knowledge, he had kept out of their way to a hundred percent. Now, however, he had walked straight to their den. It was around noon, and he stood just outside the tree line. He nervously took a deep breath, through the mouth— the scent of unfamiliar werewolves was still a bit too much for him, and then stepped into sight. He walked up to the entrance and banged the robust door twice.
Anyway, he had settled in fairly well, and now that spring was on its way, he had braced himself for the first confrontation. He wasn't even sure that the pack knew he existed, he was pretty sure he smelled like any other human. To his knowledge, he had kept out of their way to a hundred percent. Now, however, he had walked straight to their den. It was around noon, and he stood just outside the tree line. He nervously took a deep breath, through the mouth— the scent of unfamiliar werewolves was still a bit too much for him, and then stepped into sight. He walked up to the entrance and banged the robust door twice.