Just Mindin' My Own Business

Frost wasn't the only one worrying about the state of the pack. It was about time he approached some of the older members, like Frost and Zell, about some more training. He'd gotten lucky in his first fight, he felt, and he wanted to ensure that whatever problems came to Lirim that he could properly handle them. He needed to master fighting. He wasn't sure how long that would take him, but he was going to do it.

He was just on his way to seek the male out when another scent caught his attention as well. This scent was older, feminine, and most certainly a loner. The strange thing was that he hadn't noticed a howl at all. That was rather odd? Why would a loner be at the borders without howling? There were a multitude of reasons, only some of them bad, but he hurried anyways just to see what was going on.

He arrived and came to stand by Frost as the male asked if he could help her with something. He gave Frost a sideways glance before eyeballing the white female again. He assumed she'd been traveling and perhaps had just come across the borders? It wasn't an impossible thought. Maybe she was just contemplating which way to go now. Either way, he would regard her with a healthy amount of caution until she stated her business.

"Speech"