I had a plan... but it wasn't necessarily a GOOD plan...

In his younger years wandering away from whatever group he was near at the time would not have been a problem at all. Those days, unfortunately, were gone. If he had strayed far enough from Winterfell getting home could very well be a problem. While he had good intentions, wishing to provide for Avalon, he was admitting the handicap age gave him. It was hard to accept he needed help after relying on his own abilities for so many years… alas everything changed with time.

It did not take long for someone to hear his call and approach. He felt a flicker of hope that he had not gone all that far in the end… maybe his age had done him a favor there… he could certainly hope so at least.

The man turned milky, unseeing eyes towards the one who spoke. He did not recognize her voice… but he assumed she was from Winterfell since she had answered his call. Given the blood on his face and in his nose he couldn't pick up her scent at all… her tone was not hostile though. Félicien was more surprised because it seemed she was wary, or at least uncertain, based on the softness in her voice… surely an old wolf such as himself was not such a fearsome threat to her?

He took a small breath, voice deep but lacking any aggression as he answered the female.

“I am Félicien Desrosiers, mademoiselle.” He sounded weary -- trailing after a rabbit for so long had not been such a good plan in the long run. “...and you are?” He asked, turning the question back around on her.