Dust in a hailstorm

Borealis was dead, or so it seemed. He was often found on the borders of Borealis, since he could not seem to trust his pack - they were not active, hardly, but they had not been even under his mother's rule. It was disappointing, truly, but what could be done? Lose any more members, and Borealis would simply cease to be, and what then? He didn't want to let things... die. Even if his attempts at more members simply ended in failure.

He was returning from his loop around, heading towards his den by the river when... a foreign scent filled his nose. Well, foreign until he identified it. It was quite easy t follow and identify, that scent of Donostrea... and Ray. Ren groaned aloud. He should have known he'd have repercussions for having the girl cross her border that one time. He should have taught her then... but then he was heir, not alpha.

He loped quickly towards the river, slinking through the undergrowth and towards what he knew now was a pair - so she had brought a trouble-buddy, hmm? He debated scaring her - it might work, anyways, and he'd peer at the two before charging out from the underbrush. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he roared, fur fluffing up to make him look all big and imposing, not that he didn't already since the two were quite young. He glowered down at them, awaiting a response as his tail curled dominantly over his back.