I was just hangry.

His gaze went back to the pale girl with her folded ears as she confidently declared that she was hungry, causing him to raise a slightly confused brow at her. That's why she had called for help? Because she was hungry? He had to hold back a little chuckle at the silliness of pups and how the smallest thing could appear like the largest problem to them at times. He was quickly distracted from that though as the girl declared that her mother had told them not to trust him with all of the blunt honesty that only a pup could have. "Did she now?" he questioned, stowing that information in the back of his mind for later. He had mostly kept his distance from Desponia–or more accurately she had kept her distance from all of them–but perhaps that needed to change if she was going to be sowing doubt and discontent through these pups that were ultimately members of his pack no matter how young.

For now though he had the immediate issue of a very hungry pup in front of him. It made him question where Desponia was and if she hadn't at least shown the kids where the pack's general supplies were stored, but this was a good excuse for experience for the girl anyway. Before he could agree to help her, she added that she wouldn't tell her mother if he didn't and that made him grin and chuckle in response. "Your secret is safe with me. Come on, let's find you something to eat." He turned back the way he came and led her down the worn paths that the pack wolves often used to traverse the mountains. "Be very quiet, alright? Watch where you're putting your paws to avoid stepping on a twig or kicking a rock," he instructed her quietly, lowering his head a bit so he could whisper to her comfortably. His own large, bear-like paws rolled carefully and quietly over the rocky terrain, comfortable and familiar with this kind of terrain now.

The scents of mountain goats was a common one in these mountains so it was easily recognizable as the wind changed and brought their scent toward them. He slowed for a moment, scenting the air. A mountain goat was perhaps too ambitious or dangerous of prey for a pup to go for, but it was something he could take down himself without too much strain and there was a lot to be learned from observing. He glanced her way to make sure he had her attention before he nodded the direction that the scent seemed to be coming from and began to lead her through the mountains and pine trees. Eventually they reached a ridge where a half dozen goats were all perched on various ledges and grazing on hardy grasses and shrubs. He crouched down between a couple large pine trees, keeping to the shadows and using the strong smell of the pines to cover their scent. "We have to be careful up here. A wrong step could send you tumbling down the hill," he warned in a whisper. "There's plenty of meat on one of those goats though so they're excellent prey."

"Deimos Mendacium"