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.