Summer was all around him, and the male had taken it upon himself to go for a stroll around the territory. He hadn't been around much, not visibly anyway. He had made it a habit to remain in solitude, keeping to the borders mostly in case intruders would decide to wander past. He did not trust some of the packs out there, but it was just like him to be that way. There were many untrustworthy wolves out there, and although his sister was the Alpha of Ludicael, she was all too trusting and often seemed blinded to the true intentions of others. He had heard about the Albino from the North, and everyone in the lands knew he couldn't be trusted. At least, the smarter ones knew, anyway.
It was then he would hear voices drifting towards him, familiar voices intermixed with scents of familiarity, as well as unfamiliar. Ears perked and tail raised as he wandered in that direction, and soon the form of his niece Canta would come into view. He knew the girl to be shy, and he did not blame her. It was in her personality after all, for Howl often had similar aspects about himself. He would come to a slow walk as he neared her, hazel eyes wandering over to the figures of Song and the others. "A little overwhelming, isn't it?" He would comment quietly to Canta.
