Such a unique place this was, the young man thought to himself as he crossed into the territory of the range. He could smell different prey animals that he wasn’t familiar with. He’d even come across one such creature and was watching it now with fascination. Wild cattle were grazing upon young spring crops before his very eyes. Carlisle rested upon the wolf’s back, his bright gaze also upon the cattle. The wolf and owl seemed to be in sync. They weren’t talking and yet both seemed to know almost what the other was thinking.

Finally the wolf turned away from the cattle. After his meal of a hare earlier in the day he was not yet hungry, or desperate enough, to take on such large prey. To take on a creature of that size alone in an area such as this was asking for trouble. They knew the terrain and he did not. Vitus breathed out softly, his gaze sweeping the area once more with ears perked. Carlisle could sense his friend felt distraught, yet... The problem did not lie here. His mixed feelings could only be fixed in Fiori, though Carlisle was not about to push him to immediately return. The guilty feeling would do that on it’s own with time.

Vitus paused again, blowing a bit of air through his nose to catch Carlisle’s attention. The owl fluttered to the ground before the wolf, glancing up at him. Vitus looked distracted... “What seems to be the matter, Vitus? You’ve been wandering absentmindedly all day...” The brute met the owl’s gaze but then paused, breathing in again. There were other wolf scents about. Was it truly safe to talk here?

Oleander hadn't even noticed the strangers on the lands he now called home. Now that spring was here he had a series of seeds to sow and old dead ones to clear out. A lot of the herbs and crops seemed to grow here naturally, but he wanted to reign in the unruliness of them all. He wished to at one point build a fence around his established garden, discouraging prey animals from making them into a snack. But for now, he had a lot of work cut out for him. He was so focused on his task, humming as he pulled up dried stalks, that he didn't hear the owl or even smell his wolf friend. Cedar was patrolling the borders, probably on the lookout for rodents who would make a quick meal out of his freshly planted seeds. It was the jackal who approached the two strangers, his ears held back slightly as his brother continued to uproot dead plants. "What brings you two here?" he asked warily. Since him and his brother had settled here, they hadn't run into two many strangers. He knew that just him and Ollie could not hold claim to an area this large, but it didn't mean that he wasn't protective of it. There would be plants here soon, and fences around the crops. It would be more in order once they were able to tame the wildness here, and he didn't want just anyone snooping around. Ollie's ears flickered at Cedar's voice, his head raising with a mouthful of wilted flowers. It was then that he finally saw the owl and the large boy, his head tilting to the side. As he saw Cedar's hackles raise, concern flooded over his features. Dropping what was in his mouth in the growing pile of expired plants, he slowly picked his way to his brother's side. His dark teal eyes appraised the two, but no words left his maw. His face was stoic, no real emotion showing on his features. Only his eyes showed his slight worry, unsure if these wolves would be hostile or not. "OLLIE SPEAKS" -- "CEDAR SPEAKS"