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There was nothing more that Torin wanted right now than to settle down and allow himself a moment to breath so when he had heard the call he hadn't exactly been in a hurry, he knew Frostbite was patrolling and would likely make sure he answered. Rest seemed a vain hope though, especially considering his position; and certainly when he heard his sister's call it seemed his hope was doomed to fail. He rocked from his haunches onto his paws, groaning as his sore limbs protested that they be forced to go back to work again so soon.

He moved with quick, dedicated steps. He was focused on Jewell as he approached, gaze immediately searching her over for any signs of a fight before he shifted his attention to... well the only way to describe him was... tiny, wolf standing across the scent border. Jewell was beside Frostbite and though her posture spoke of tension Frost was clearly not jumping to anyone's defense.

He approached just as the tail of his sister's words fell from her lips and for a moment his eyes narrowed darting suspiciously towards the, altogether nonthreatening, stranger. He couldn't help it, some part of Torin was already jumping to conclusions, his brown coloration did sort of resemble that of one of his nephews... but then it wasn't as if brown was an uncommon color, heck if he didn't know better he could have made the argument that the boy resembled Frostbite as much as this stranger... in fact this particular wolf didn't really bring to mind any of his sister's children...

Torin gently brushed up on Jewell's free side, letting his body lean into her for a moment so she'd feel his approach. Then he gently wrapped his tail around behind her, trying to create a physical barrier between her and Frostbite. He searched her face determined to catch her gaze before he spoke.

"Vous savez que moi et Frostbite ne serait jamais vous met en danger, oui?"   He slipped into french, the language a bit rusty but feeling it was more important that she understood him completely than his own comfort with his adopted language. "A confiance en nous."   He spoke gently, his words meant for her ears only.

Gently, ever so gently he would try to steer her away from the man using his tail, using his weight to turn her back towards the packlands. If she'd allow him he'd take her all the way to her den and see her rested there before coming back to help Frostbite and try to get to the bottom of everything that was happening.