There's A Mess But No One To Clean It Up

As he worked his way down the length of the wall, his ruby and sapphire gaze combing the mostly barren plane for any sign of prey, he kept an ear toward the maybe stranger to listen. From the distance he was at he could only catch bits and pieces of the heated exchange she had with a couple of creatures that he assumed were companions of hers. Until she began to mention names he could have written it off as some kind of family squabble or conflict unrelated to his own situation, but as soon as he heard her say Acere and Winter his attention was fully grabbed by her. He slowed to a stop, listening till she asked about finding out the truth. Perhaps he hadn't been too far off about her appearance at least being familiar. He knew there were quite a few wolves around the time before and after Ignis taking over the pack that had left or gone missing so it wasn't out of the Relm of possibility that she could be one of them. He still didn't know her name so it couldn't be someone that he had personally interacted with, but she clearly had a vested stake in what had happened.

With a leap he vaulted over a dip in the crumbling wall, landing on the side she was standing on. He brought his gaze to her curiously as he started moving toward her. "Excuse me... I'm sorry, I don't mean to eavesdrop. I just thought you looked familiar and then I heard what you were saying about Acere and Winter..." He stopped a few feet from her, not wanting her to feel threatened by getting too much into her personal space. Boris came to land on the wall beside him, the snow owl looking at the trio inquisitively. "I assume you were part of Winterfell?" he asked just to confirm what he had already suspected. She certainly didn't have any traces of the pack's scent left on her pelt so he knew it had been a while since she was there at the very least.

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