Having made his way to the edge of the twisting trees, Martius took some time to appraise his surroundings. As a man he would have much preferred the open spaces that lay before him, but there was something in his now wolfish mind that caused him to hesitate. Though the grove was confusing in its many tunnel like passages through the trees, it provided ample cover, many shadows to hide himself within and keep himself unseen.

He stood, shook himself, and began to pace along the edge of the grove as he considered his options. Clearly he was not in Rome anymore. Perhaps he was somewhere in Brittania? He had not been there himself but he had heard stories of that furthest reach of the empire and its rolling green hills. Still, he was sure he would have heard of a thicket of trees like the grove, as it seemed incredibly large.

As he paced, the scent of another wolf drew his attention, his fur bristling slightly at the sudden intrusion on his thoughts and on his space.

"Who goes there?" the large wolf turned his head about, not willing to have the other wolf spot him first.