A soft smile graced Bane's muzzle as he woke up to the scent of fresh fallen snow, his one remaining eye opening gradually as he took in the darkness that surrounded him. A certain calm overcame his sleep addled head for a moment before he brought his paws to the snow blocking the exit to his den and began to dig. Lightheadedness when one woke up to a sealed den was a terrible omen of all the oxygen running out and it wasn't unheard of for a sleeping wolf to never wake in a snow sealed den. Luckily for the twice-banished that the winter skyfall kept tumbling down and remaining loose at the upper crest of the circular entrance. A smack of a paw all it taking to cause a micro avalanche.

A pale, grey flecked head poked out of ground-level and did a full circle surveying of his little camp. Nothing on the ground remained untouched by the snow. Paws shifted in sadness and worry as to how his mate was doing. Were they well fed? Did she get a fair amount of the deer carcasses and or the rabbits? How was the war going? Were they warm? Did his family miss him as much as he did them? He realized he had been speaking the questions... and there had been no answer. Bane set about clearing the snow away from his den with a heavy heart and longing for some company.

Why the boy was here he wasn't quiet sure, seeing as he was so far away from Glaciem territory and he couldn't even fathom why that was so. The pups paws in the snow gracefully made tunnels for him to travel through. The Armada would probably want to head back soon, a feeling of dread was coming over him anyway. His father would yell at him, and it was only because Vereux had become slightly restless and practically slept walk out of the territory and while searching for a way back ended up in this place. The blue boy gave a soft growl, he would need to hide from danger if needed there was no way someone his age could fully defend himself. Vereux sighed slightly, he couldn't believe he had gotten himself lost. From now on he'd make sure to have Genesis or one of the other Glaciem members by his side when he slept. So they'd be able to prevent him from leaving as he had this time. Now, the question was if he'd be able to find someone willing to take him home again. Just as Guinevere had done when he had been lost on the mountain. This time he was far more calm though, far less foul mouthed as well. Speech,

A fell-like aura overcame Bane and caused the elder banished to give an involuntary shiver as if the coldest of breezes passed right through him. Something was not right. The forest had grown to quiet, the river was too slow and the sky far too grey. A milky sapphire eye raised its field of vision from the scrapped and churned up snow to the riverside forest. The twice-banished titled his head to the left and began to scan the gaps in the trees, looking for anything out of the ordinary or if prey had fallen into one of his traps. One not as seasoned as he and lacking the lessons he'd learned most likely would've called out to see if an animal was nearby, a good thing that Bane never did that unless it was a packmate. The feeling was still there, Bane crouching and widening his paws on the snow to not sink in far and he began to stalk forward.

The remaining eye swept back and forth between the gaps in the trees as he continued to move, the wind blowing in his direction and a scent of an unfamiliar one caught his attention. A lost one maybe, separated in the storm and trying to find their way? He began to pick apart the scent in his mind, an underlying musk on this individual telling Bane that besides the stranger being a pup and male, was also a Glaciem wolf.
The scent was beginning to get stronger and a slight grin upturned the corners of his muzzle. By the smell of things Bane still had time with him being downwind and all. The Talutah-Seracia banished had the time, the patience and the pelt color to do this.

This was no vanguard to a war party, or a scout. This was potential ransom. And so with his quarry coming nearer and nearer to his position Bane burrowed his lower jaw, chest, legs and stomach into the winter skyfall to wait. A wolf identification disruptive technique, blur your outline and cause hesitation.

Then strike.

Vereux stumbled around in the snow, sneezing once before getting up again. He had no clue where he was, great. He certainly hoped he grew out of that sleep walking. Seeing as he had no training, he was not aware of Bane at all, not even his scent. Tail flailing behind him, after a small while he sighed and sat down scratching behind on of his ears. If only someone would come out to take him home, then that would solve everything. Vereux didn't like being out alone, he knew that there were plenty of threats out here. His father wouldn't be too happy with him either, he shivered, feeling another lecture come on. When he had involuntarily ended up here in the first place. Hearing something, he tilted his head off to the side. "Hello?" He yelled, standing up. Maybe it was someone who could take him home? Finally a chance, though it wouldn't be pleasant to be yelled at he wouldn't mind as long as he was home and away from here. He started to search for the source of the noise. Speech,

Bane's pinned ears picked up a sneeze and he gave a ripple of his body to sink lower into the snow, any moment and the youngster would be in his jaws and on his way with him back to Seracia. Seracia... would they even accept his captive? His eyes went side as the elder thought about the pros and cons of this situation. Hmmm, bad... well there was the fact that they might not accept his prize and or him back into the pack. He was all alone out against a river, Glaciem could just surround his den and he'd starve. Or they could end it quickly with a mass of wolves.

About Seracia, they could trade the yearling for a captive of theirs, but then again he didn't know if that was a wasted effort due not knowing the status of the Seracia prisoners. Glaciem could use force to get this wandering one back, in which case Seracia would be screwed due to lack of wolves capable of fighting effectively. Bane's family would be in danger so that ruled out that option immediately.

Bane lowered his eye in a disappointed scowl and relaxed his body with ears going out to the side, the one over the rise had called out to his surroundings. Clearly disappointed, the banished Seracian rose his pale, grey and black flecked form from the snow and meandered over the slight rise. The tiniest of shivers overcame him as he saw the lost Glaciem, the younger wolf looked like Nako... kinda, sorta similar pelt color... a little bit older too. "Shhhhh young north wolf, and welcome to my territory. Are you lost?"

Vereux was startled by the larger adult wolf, falling backwards in a ungraceful manner he tumbled back but regained his ground in the snow quickly. Ears forward, lips pulled back defensively as his hackles raised though not much to look at since of his age. Raising his tail to try and make himself seem bigger than his small form actually was. Though as soon as the wolf did not attack him, a sigh left his lips and he relaxed himself standing up and inching closer dipping his head slightly. "I'm sorry for intruding on your territory, but yes I'm lost. I'm from glaciem." Vereux felt a slight prickle of fear on himself. If this wolf were to be one to hate glaciem, he'd be screwed. Despite his father being a strong man, he didn't know if he would take the time to look for one son when he had so many others. He wasn't the most epic wolf at judging characters either anyway. Speech,

Bane hadn't meant to startle the youngster but surmised that it was to be expected of one as young and inexperienced as the pup before him. A nice little display of attempted aggressiveness... probably out of fear more than anything else. The northern wolf was eyed critically and relaxed upon detecting no immediate threat from Bane's eased posture. the ex-Seracian wolf tucking in his chin towards his chest and giving a wry grin of his own at youngsters submissive gesture. "Your a long ways away for home northern one." The twice banished rumbled with his one milky blue eye trained at the Glaciem.

Confirmation about the pup definitely being from Glaciem was murmured. Bane took a pace closer and brought his eye right up to the young wolfs muzzle and inhaled deeply the scent of his guest to store away to in his memory. "I don't mind visitors as long as they don't cause trouble for me and now... you've got me curious... what is a Glaciem wolf such as yourself doing so close to Seracia? Evidently there is a war on... Prisoners are being taken by both sides I've heard and I'm sure you don't want to be taken away from your sire or dame. Do you wish to find your way back all by yourself, be taken or stay with me for a bit and I'll show you the way home." Bane maw parting in a whispering of quick and quiet words, not really in the mood for bullshit.