The Last Chick

Hefty pad falls rang through the territory as the male made his usual rounds. Patrolling the territory per usual with icy eyes on alert. Killian had been rather quiet as of late. Doing his duties, visiting his brother, and maybe doing some exploring every now and again. Overall the male was focusing on bettering the Armada. As he sauntered through the sounds of movement filled his inky ears. The beast slowed as his eyes fell upon that of a creamy colored fae prowling through the plains. Killian could smell that she was a pack mate but had never officially interacted with her. She seemed to be on a mission, tracking something. Killian took a moment of hesitation. Should I help? With a raised brow the male watched before deciding it was his duty to at least approach her.

After a few bounds he moved towards the beautiful gal towards her side. He wanted to make his presence known to avoid giving her a good spook. As he got around five tail lengths away those husky tones filled the air, "Do you need help?" Killian aimed to keep pace with the girl, cocking his head to the side to expose the depths of his curiosity.