She was regaining her strength with each day, albeit a low process but it was still some progress. Either way Anaeia was getting better thanks to Amachi, the gigantic woman ho decided to take the girl in as her own and show her what she needed to know. Unfortunately, because the girl had been isolated most of her young life so far it was difficult for her to really socialize with her pack mates. It was part of the reason she was out here, the ship being full of wolves was starting to get at the girl. But, this was a bit too much for her all of a sudden. Anaeia almost immediately regretted her decision, standing there with mismatched eyes looking over the steep cliffs around her. "Where am I?"

It was a mystery as to why the male was wondering so close to pack borders. Never would he even think about trying to trifle into their affairs, things he probably didn't care about. His two black front paws would sit soundly in the snow until his green eyes moved over the small form of a female. She looked to me nothing more than a yearling, that of which instilled him to assume that the parents would be close by or at least he hoped they would be. He had mildly picked up the words she had said - confused as to where she was. The expressionless male would walk closer to the female but he was mindful of the borders. His body held up high as his eyes would lock on the young girl.

"Lost?" His monotoned voice hit the air in a crisp and clean manner. The cream colored wolf would let his ears move forward. He was larger than her, even though he wasn't the biggest of wolves it wasn't something he lost sleep over. However his intentions were unknown, even to him at best. His white tipped tail sat comfortably off to the side as he waited for the girl to answer. She was right on the borders, it shouldn't have been that hard to get home.

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The voice hit her before the scent had a chance to, deep and monotone. Quickly she would whip around to face the source, ears pinning back against her head and tail tucking in between her back legs. It was an outsider, a wolf not part of the pack. At least, she had not seen him before, so that meant he wasn't part of Sonticus. Right? Quietly she gulped but wouldn't move from where she stood, tucking her chin in the slightest as her mismatched eyes looked the man over briefly then focused on his paws out of habit. She couldn't tell him the truth, what if she got in trouble for it? "N... not lost." She answered quietly, loud enough for him to hear and understand her but quiet to where he had to of been paying attention or else a breeze could drown out her voice. In all honesty she was lost but wasn't, knowing that this place held the scent markers that let her know it was packlands but unsure where she was exactly in relation to the ship. She also knew the man was on the border, treading dangerously close to Sonticus.

Of course the child was lying, though he wouldn't blame her. As he was careful to be mindful of these borders, his eyes looked around for a short moment. He had high guesses that ship he could smell in the distance was her home. Tail twitching behind him the unreadable male, as he spread his toes and jumped closer to her. "You shouldn't spray lies from your mouth." he responded to her. Though careful to watch his distance, he didn't want to scare her or startle her. "I could take you home." it was a split minute decision as always. The male would wait for her to respond, he could return her home and be on his way. After all, it would suck if her family discovered she fell somewhere. An unneeded unfortunate sad event. "Talk"

She stumbled back quickly when the man jumped, claws digging into the frozen ground as if her life would be snatched from her body that very moment. A high pitched whine slipped from her throat, ears pinned so far back and tail brushing her stomach. He could have attacked her, so fast and much larger than herself. No one would have heard or even noticed, and that really scared the young girl. She would really keep a distance now, stepping back quickly so that she was further away but within hearing distance so neither would have to shout to be heard. But then he volunteered to take her home. "Yo-you will?" She questioned, head tilting slightly as she watched him closely with those mismatched eyes. It wasn't often, or even rare for that matter since she didn't speak to people in general, for someone to offer something for her besides Amachi. "You know... the way back?" She added on, tail lowering from her stomach a few inches but still remained between her back legs.

It was clear that the young female was terrified of him. Liar would open his mouth slightly, before lowering his head. He would make sure his fur was flat against his skin, less threatening as he bent his knees slightly. It also would help from not falling off the ledge he was on. "Only if you want me to, you can't help being afraid." he would say. Though it was more of a literal term to not help being afraid. If she was that afraid of strangers, it meant something drastic had happened in her life. "My name is Liar Walker. I can smell your pack's home." it wasn't too hard. But then if he said this to her the unemotional male had a chance of teaching her something. A skill she could rely on for the rest of her life, scent. It could teach her how to run away when it called for it, just in case she grew to be too weak for fighting. There were other things she could put her life into. "Talk"

He would help but only if she wanted the man to, but he couldn't help her with the being afraid though. The young shewolf's ears twitched at his voice, not understanding what he meant by that second part, but did realize that he could only help if she allowed it. If not, then he could just go about his way and act like nothing had even happened, something others had no problem doing, like breathing. Didn't have to think about it. Some people could actually be nice, like Amachi, actually want to help without looking for something in return. At least, that as how the girl saw it. Liar Walker. The man could smell her pack... Anaeia's brows came together in confusion and natural suspicion, not moving an inch from where she stood. ”O-our scent?” It was like he just pointed out a bug on her face. The girl would turn her head o the side, nose twitching as she sniffed at her pelt a few times then looked back towards Liar with a questioning gaze. ”But, I don't go by them.” It was clear she didn't understand how the whole mixing scents to form a new one worked. As far as she knew, she smelled like... her. Other people smelled like themselves, everything smelled different and it was hard to identify some of them.