Joel pushed past the underbrush of the forest, his sword resting on his back while Accalia walked alongside him. He had on a thin brown shirt, along with loose grey jogging pants, and a leather pouch attached to his outer thigh that held a few things he might need to use.
He stopped and looked around to take in his suroundings, glancing up at the sky and humming beneath his breath. "A little longer...Accalia, track him. Find a human scent and lead me towards them."
The large wolf instantly turned and jogged quietly through the forest, her nose close to the ground before lifting her head and perking her ears forward.
Joel stayed closeby, watching his wolf dart to the right, then left, before going straight. It lasted a while longer until finally Accalia stopped in her tracks and growled, pinning her ears to her head.
"Easy girl." Joel whispered, running a hand along the fur of her neck before looking to see what had gotten her attention.
The alpha held his breath and ducked down behind a tree, reaching into the pouch attached to his thigh and taking out a small vile of liquid. "Stay down." He whispered to the wolf as he glanced back over, his eyes scrutinizing the young man he had been tracking for the last hour.
"There he is Accalia, the medic and beta of Shade clan. Adam." Joel whispered before taking a deep breath and standing up. As he finally left the cover of the tree, the alpha slowly stepped towards the young man and put a hand to his brown hair, running his fingers through it. "Hey." He called out, standing still as he kept his eyes on the man.
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