Rannoch meandered along with the pup, though constantly on alert in case they were joined by another of his pack. Cloven hooves carried him over the changing terrain, not missing how the stony beaches turned to verdant plains. He was regretful that such grazing belonged to such a hostile pack. His own Verdant gaze wandered the stretch of sheer cliffside, marked even in the mid spring weather, with vibrant green mosses and lichens. The warming weather welcoming the cool grasses to grow. The slate cliffs would be a challenge for even the most talented of mountain goat.

Still careful to keep himself on the correct side of the wolf’ marked border he looked back to his guide. "These lands have good grazing, I’m sure your pack hunts here often?” He asked, not certain the pup knew the answer quite yet.

"Rannoch"

The hostility of his pack was lost to the likes of young Maelstrom. To him, it was just the wolves that he lived with, and frankly, he rarely saw them. They had claimed a wide expanse of land that crossing paths unintentionally was rare. He was free to be a pup and do what he like without being bothered. Which was probably why he was enjoying his time exploring with Rannoch. The elk was massive, but friendly, and in a sense, it made him feel safer. There would be no threat of polar bear or mountain lion attack with the giant nearby.

Wandering along the territory line that Rannoch insisted on staying on one side of, Maelstrom's ears perked at the question. His mauve and violent gaze turn inward down the slopes toward the sound's rounding waterway. "I have scented reindeer and black tail deer near the water where the grass grows," he points his nose to a meadow of sorts that was void of trees and green shoots could be seen. "I haven't been on a hunt yet. I'm not sure if they do hunt here or somewhere else," the pup could only shrug, inwardly curious why Rannoch would want to know such a thing.

"Maelstrom"

Rannoch had to admit that he rather enjoyed the company of younger wolves who had yet to get their experience hunting. He could be comfortable around them, though he knew that they could never change their nature. He relinquished the thought as they walked over the greening lands. His cloven hooves just as sure as a mountain goat. However gentle the slopes were here. This was very akin to paradise for a deer as himself.

There were other large fauna here as well though. The boy mentioned reindeer and blacktail both but Rannoch could scent from here the seals and marine mammals that would flock to a safe harbor. The wolves had chosen a ripe piece of land for themselves. "You are a bit young, wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” He mused as verdant eyes scanned the horizon.

"Rannoch"

In a sense, being close to the territory borders made Maelstrom feel safer. Not only because the strong scent of the pack lingered along the whole way, but because he knew that if anyone were stupid enough to cross, they would be met with an untimely fate. Perhaps Rannoch knew that as well and was why he insisted on not crossing the line. Maelstrom could tell the elk was smart, far smarter than himself and even some of the older wolves he'd crossed paths with.

"Do you eat meat?" Maelstrom questions, his gaze glancing upward toward Rannoch for a moment as the continued their journey around the land. Though he was interested in hunting, he hadn't quite learned yet the difference between carnivores and herbivores and their natural balance in life.

"Maelstrom"

Rannoch’s verdant gaze continued to flick back and forth from the boy to their surroundings. Careful to watch the foliage just inside the territory so he wouldn’t be surprised. His ears doing similar as he strained to hear approaching paw steps over the singing of spring birds and the cold breeze that reminded them of winter’s long hard grip upon the lands. The boy questioned him further as they continued through the bright green spring grasses.

A low chuckle came from deep in the elk’s chest. "No, young one. I am the meat.” He explained with easy going amusement. The pup truly was young and without experience, but that made Rannoch only enjoy his company more.

"Rannoch"

Rannoch's reply was met with widened eyes. Truthfully, the boy's instincts had tingled a bit in the elk's presence, but due to the massive size difference, his want to survive had overpowered the urge to attempt such stupidity. "Ah," he says thoughtfully, looking away from Rannoch and out to the sound around them. "So like the deer or rabbits the pack hunts," Maelstrom says this more to himself than to Rannoch, trying to connect the dots between what was what.

After a few quiet moments of walking along the border, he realizes they were getting closer to the pines that were also controlled by the Syndicate. "Well, I don't plan on eating you so do you wanna go explore the pines together?" He looks up to Rannoch, a puppy-like smile on his expression as his tail wags gently behind him.

"Maelstrom"