Fang spotted something in the grasses on the port just before he jumped to the next rock. Small piecies of rock slid off into the ocean as the rock settled underneath his weight. He was only a couple rocks away now from land, but he was unnerved now. He sniffed the air, trying to discern what animal was in the grasses. After a minute he recognized the scent, smilodon; one of my own kind.
This was most likely bad. Smilodons weren't exactly friendly to those in other packs. But Fang only sme