Angelus' hackles rose as he spied an unfamiliar wolfish form in the Range. He lurched to his paws and was on the verge of flinging himself towards the intruder when it finally clicked that she wasn't an intruder at all. The pack was gone and any Tom, Dick or Harry was free to come and go here. This revelation caused his rising anger to stall and nearly sputter out. He couldn't help but still feel a bit miffed at what felt like an intrusion. Didn't they know where they were? Where was the respect? Angelus let a sigh slip between his clenched teeth. To him, this was home. This was hallowed ground set aside for him, his family and his pack, and it had been since birth. Even though the pack was gone it was hard to shake that feeling.
With an irritable flick of his tail Angelus set out to intercept the intruder stranger. He wasn't sure what his intentions were and he didn't know what he was going to say when he got to her, but he was going anyway. He'd know what to do when he got there...maybe.
As he got closer the woman began to look more and more familiar. At first he couldn't place her, but then it clicked. She was from Abaven, wasn't she? He'd seen her before, he was sure of it. Maybe. He squinted. Yeah, maybe. Ah, now he got it. She was one of Rhythm's relatives and she'd visited before. He didn't think they'd ever met formally, but he was certain he knew who she was now.
Taking a chance, he called out, "Kinda far from home, aren't you?"
