He was happy and perfectly occupied with fallowing the trail of the deer, to him it was a big stress reliever. It helped to lighten his mood and a great escape from his normal routine. He didn't rush either, taking his time and enjoying the nice weather as he tracked. He wasn't aware that another wolf had crossed his path and was now fallowing him. It wasn't until the male boomed out a greeting did Frost stop, ears catching the prey that retreated upon hearing the male's voice. It was a shame that he prey was now gone, but Frost was okay with that. He now had something else to do, someone to meet and who was looking to talk.
Frost turned around to face a male close in size to his cousin Clay. He was a large man, but he didn't look like an immediate threat. He had the air of a leader with the way he stood and his body language. Frost hadn't met with all the other pack leaders so this one could vary well be a leader, but so was Frost.
"Hello" he called back before closing more distance between them and stopping to stand a couple of yards away.
