Stone Soup

"Honestly, I prefer the climate. Went east for a bit to check out the area but I wasn't too fond of the weather, or the locals. So I ended up just walking in one big circle and came back north." He smirked with amusement at the male's explanation. "Yeah, the East can get uncomfortable." He meant that about the weather...and the locals. "It seems there are quite a few that prefer the Northern climate. Crisp, clean air, and nobody to bother you." That was what he preferred as of late. He wasn't boxed in by other packs or crowds of wolves that would try to peek over into his yard all the time. He realized as he got older that sometimes it was better to remain out of the public eye for the most part. And he didn't particularly care for all the gossip that moved from mouth to mouth like a wildfire when everyone was so packed together. That wasn't to say he was unaware of things that happened in the lands...not with his foxes often going out and acting as the pack's information gatherers. They always came back with some interesting things, and sometimes they didn't.

"What's it like, that pack of yours?" Ace lifted his head as he observed the stranger. He didn't smell like a pack wolf, didn't seem to have the heavy scents of others on his fur nor did he smell like any one particular place. A true rogue it seemed..."I suppose that depends what one is looking for. They're a hardworking bunch that know how to survive in the harsher climates of the North, and they're not afraid to try and take what they need, if the need arises. Make no mistake, they're not a bunch of hooligans or marauders that take whatever they want, when they want like some other undesirables that are known to exist...They live by a certain code and try to remain as honorable as they can. Though what counts as honorable is up to each and everyone one of us." After all, not everyone had the same idea and definition of what honorable should be.