Where is McDreamy?

Tyrian was in the Range when the call went out. Luckily he wasn't too far away from the border so after bidding the sheep and Tashi ado he set off for the caller with Zahir and Righty in tow. The former, thoroughly uninterested in wolf business, trailed behind him while the latter sat on his shoulders peeking over his head. The agenda was rather limited today so Tyrian was eager for a respite. It was all sheep, sheep and more sheep; and after days of this he was ready for something else. Soon enough they would relax into a more casual routine but for now the beasts were rather needy.

Reaching the border, Tyrian was surprised by the scene. There was a woman waiting for him and at her paws on a hide was another. His gaze darted from one to the other as he tried to figure them out. The howl hadn't sounded distressed but that didn't rule out an appeal for aid. "Greetings. You stand on the border of Fireside. My name is Tyrian and I am the alpha here. What can I do for you?" Short, civil and to the point.