Out of all the lands she'd been in she had explored the north the least, which was unacceptable with Yfir now comfortably the only northern pack. She did not know why Sonticus had moved, though she knew where, and frankly the why did not much interest her unless it effected her pack. But it did mean that she had expanded her patrols around Yfir to include more of the north, not to protect those lands from intruders but rather to provide advanced warning of potential threats.
It was that which brought her beyond Yfir's borders today and put her in a position to scent exactly the potential threat she'd been there to keep an eye on. A southern pack wolf wandering the chilly reaches of the north. A very unlikely threat, since she recognized the scent of Abaven layering the wolf's own scent, but while she did not actively distrust Abaven she also did not trust anyone completely.
The scent was, however, a familiar one, and she ghosted up beside the yearling to investigate. Tilting her masked face towards the girl she observed dispassionately, "You are far from home, Abaven."
