His search took a little longer than he thought it would. More often than not though rogue scents he found were really just wolves out spoiling for a fight, seeking a partner against which they could train and since Rune had no intention of entertaining anyone with a battle he continued to wander about, growing more irritable the longer he traveled. Were there really so few loners seeking homes nowadays? Was he going about this wrong? Sitting still and calling for those who might be interested seemed like a horrible idea - anyone and everyone would likely show up - and considering he was determined to be picky about those he allowed within Secretua it was doubtful to work.
Before he could fully give up home, though not before he had already begun to alter his course toward the outer edge of the Battlefield, Rune spotted someone seated quietly alone. The boy could not have been any older than his own son, nor any larger, and the brightness within his aqua eyes was encouraging. A youth who sought a home, perhaps? Just a little the pale grey Guardian felt a twinge of irritation. Was his pack going to be made up of kids then, his own included? Trying not to be entirely negative - kids did grow, and caught young they could be taught proper skills for the pack - he approached the youth and released a quiet chuff to get his attention before he was close enough to talk.
"Not looking for a fight, are you?" he asked when he drew to a stop, his deep voice rather flat and guarded despite his intention. Some habits were hard to break.
