Frost had been resting after his most recent border patrol. This winter had taken a toll on his aging form and he knew his retirement was going to be sped up. He was hoping that he wouldn't need to step down this soon, that he could help out a year or two more, but not with how he was feeling this winter. When the booming howl came from the borders, calling for one of the alphas, Frost rose his head. Heaving his tall form up and stretching himself out and letting his joints crack and creek. He took off at a brisk pace, hoping to get himself there in good timing. He didn't want to keep the male waiting long.
It didn't take to long since he didn't have to travel into the valley to get to the area the male was at. When the male came into view he recognized the form slightly. He was much older then the last time Frost had seen him, but Frost had been around when he was a pup. Although could he be wrong? Could this be a totally different wolf then from Zuriel's first litter? Frost had never had any personal interaction with him especially after he disappeared as a pup so he could very well be wrong. He pressed forward to meet the male at the border and smiled in a quiet greeting.
"Miach? Isn't it?" he asked, hesitation in his voice fearing he was wrong.
