Baby, It's Cold Outside

She apologized to him for acting hostile, and he simply nodded his head with understanding. "No need to apologize, I understand the world might not be so kind sometimes. But rest assured, I won't harm you." He laid kind eyes on her, noting that she appeared strong and healthy on the outside for someone her age. But he was sure that no matter how she looked on the outside, old age was against her anyway, and it was very much possible that she wasn't as strong as she could have been in her younger years. Avalon was perhaps the oldest wolf he'd ever met, and it served to remind him that one day, he would get that old. If he didn't die in battle, that is. She asked what he was doing up here, which brought a small, quiet sigh from him. "I'm tracking someone." He said simply. It was neither a lie nor the complete truth, but it was his own business, and nobody else's.

She also seemed to recognize Abaven's scent, which caused him to raise a brow. She knew Abaven? He supposed it wasn't too strange considering the pack had been around for years. "I am from Abaven, yes. I joined them a few weeks ago. You're aqcuaintances with the pack I presume?" He wondered just how much history she had with Abaven, or perhaps just certain members of the pack. He had never seen her around before, but there were many wolves he had yet to meet. It was very possible that she could have once been a part of the pack, or was friends with Shaye or something.

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