He had left Azalea in the overhang, giving her the space she had needed to sleep but not letting her out of his presence. Isa had given him a task and though it hurt him to follow it he would do so without question or remorse. The beast had left her as she had drifted off, promising to be near by and to give a shout if she needed him but if he didn't hear her then he would return in a few hours. The overhang was part of a snow bank that was steep enough that he would hear her trying to climb it or she would come close enough that he would hear her trying to sneak off. Though after their talk that day he doubted she would try to leave. She was as loyal to her pack as he was to his so he trusted her enough to know she wouldn't run, she couldn't run if she didn't want Isa to hunt both her and the male hostage they had let go in exchange for her down. She belonged to him now and there was nothing their either of them could do about it.

A sigh slipped from his lips, luminescent green eyes sliding closed as he enjoyed the crisp night air. He couldn't do anything.... That thought settled over him as he sat there and waited. He was high enough of a rank to have a purpose but low enough to not be able to do anything he wanted to do in this pack. He had wanted to do nothing more then fight beside Isa, to protect him and prove himself to the male that had finally given the young lad a purpose in life. It wasn't so much a higher rank her yearned for, it was the ability to make a change, to be even more of a help. The ghost of a male had given him a home when he had been lost, given him a job when he had been useless. For that he had no desire to ever betray the male, his heart and mind were set on that. But somewhere in the back a tiny voice screamed at him about Azalea. Funny... it kind of sounded like his mothers voice...

He lifted himself and turned to return to the place he had left Azalea to rest, massive paws making ruts in the snow as he moved. Azalea was hidden well enough now, he had brought her into the den hidden slightly below the overhang but her scent was still there. He didn't care who found out where she was hiding, he wasn't afraid to inform them of who she was and what his job was. He kept that in mind as he sprinted up the bank beside the ledge and then hopped rather nimbly for his size onto the stone ledge. This was where he normally slept even before Azalea had come here. It was out in the elements but he loved the exposure when it wasn't raining or snowing. So he moved and then sat on the ledge, gaze tilted up towards the sky and the almost full moon hanging languidly amongst the stars.

Speech!

The snowy chilled winds blew over him, a warning that Winter was soon approaching. He shook the gathered flakes off, padding quietly through the frozen woods. He had been in the North lands before, but it was quite some time ago...almost a year or a little less. The creatures that stalked these lands were unknown to him now as opposed to the great Gargoyle he had heard of. Still, he loved the snow, and nothing would stop him from further exploring the North lands he had gotten lost in upon landing in Alacritis. Cold air blew from his lungs, he could see it each time it escaped his nostrils. He would probably have to find some place to bunk down for the night, but where? He moved alongside an area where rocks gathered to make overhangs and small dips in the earth. Glancing around, the night sky sparkled with bright white stars against the dark blanket that enveloped the world.

Scents would reach him, causing the young man to change course. He slowed his steps, however, becoming wary that this might be pack lands. It had been a very long time since he smelled packs, and it made him much more wary now. He continued along the edges of the overhangs, slipping in shadows and snow banks. Luckily his coat was a light color with black smudges, so those would appear as nothing more then shadows when he moved. He moved away from the mingled stronger scents, the sleek body moving closer to a different one...a male. Carefully, he slipped closer to the scent to investigate. And soon, he saw a figure sitting and staring at the sky as he peered over the ledge. Curious, he would risk making nothing more then a whisper. Some type of contact, as he hadn't spoken to another soul in over a season. "Psst...hey you. Where am I, and who're you?" He wanted to ask about all the strange new scents in the area, seeming like they were completely different since the first time he had come by here...the whole area smelled sinister. Smelled of blood and depression, the earth itself seemed to be weeping for the land under the new kings rule. He would keep his body pressed low to the ground, a layer of snow partially covering his top side so that anyone passing behind could not see nor smell him.