Askan wasn't lost. It was foggy, there was no denying that, but he had a rough idea of where he was. He had been to the palisade a few times, so he knew the terrain fairly well. But that wasn't to say he knew every nook and cranny of it, like he did with the Lowlands. There was a possibility that he could get lost, stranger things had happened, but right in that moment he wasn't lost. He really wasn't. Okay, maybe he was, just a little. A tiny bit. He knew that White Fir Notch were settled nearby and that he'd be a right fool if he swanned on into their lands. Things between his pack and the Notch weren't exactly set in stone. By no means were they at each other's throats, but they weren't best of pals either. If Askan wanted to see relations improve then he had to behave, he had to represent his pack well and he had to be respectful of their borders.

So when he-literally- walked into a wolf camouflaged by the fog, Askan couldn't help but fear the worse.

"Ah damn it!" He hissed, stumbling back and shaking his head to regain himself.

He took a step back to get a clearer view of the person he'd walked into and...He was muttering to himself and his brown eye seemed glazed over and unfocused. Askan hadn't hit him that hard, of that he was certain, nothing to warrant confused mumbling and an out of it expression. The Yukon wolf tilted his head in confusion, not quite sure what to say. Was he supposed to say sorry? It was his fault- no doubt about that- but the thought of admitting it left a foul taste in his mouth. But if they were a Notch wolf he had to. Askan sniffed, taking in their scent. Thank the Gods, they were a loner. They lacked the tell tale scents of spruce trees, clean water and fir trees.

He was free to say what was on his mind, without fear of repercussions. So he did.

"Watch the hell where you're going!" Askan snapped, his teeth bared.

"We?" Askan looked about pointedly, making it obvious that there wasn't anyone else about. It was just the two of them. "What you mean? It's just us here."

As for his second bout of words, well Askan wasn't too offended. They weren't awfully far from the Field's borders, but they weren't so close that Askan deemed him a threat. If anything, they were at a sort of happy medium. But that knowledge didn't put the Yukon wolf at ease. There was something shifty about this wolf, something unnerving about his pale eye. Like he was being watched by a ghost. Askan shifted, digging his nails into the deep snow. He wasn't sure what, but he felt unnerved, uneasy . This wolf-as polite as he was-rubbed him the wrong way, as though there was a lot more too him than met the eye. Honestly though, Askan didn't feel inclined to find out more, he was happy to keep him at arm's length.

"You're not too close to my pack... But there's another one round here, they might not like you slinking around in the fog. What you doing here? You lost?" Askan spoke slowly, carefully as though each word was heavy on his tongue.

If he was lost, well he couldn't exactly be blamed because Askan sort of was too. Sort of. But what if he wasn't?  What if he was slinking about like some sort of creep? Should he warn the Notch wolves? He didn't exactly like Gent, but he needed to know. What if he did something? Askan squinted, wondering whether he'd stumbled across some sort of freak. The Yukon wolf was at a loss of what to do, standing around there thinking about it wasn't getting him anywhere though and the prolonged silence was beginning to feel stifling. It made his skin itch.

"It is pretty fog today, I suppose."

'Just us.' Well that was unsettling. Not that Askan let it show on his face. Rather than kick up a fuss, Askan decided to try and ignore it. Maybe he was doing it for attention, maybe he wanted Askan to call attention to it so he'd have an excuse to blab about himself. Yeah, that had to be it. So instead Askan took a deep breath and went about responding to his question, as neutral as he could manage.

"Yeah....Wild Rye Fields. Led by Drestig Avalon and Jessie Tainn."

There he'd done it. He'd told him what he wanted to know. But still... How was Askan supposed to.. Ugh, he was weird. Being around him made Askan feel as though he were unclean, as though there was a chance whatever he had might rub off on him. He couldn't have that, what use would he be if he turned into a muttering fool? If he thought he 'wasn't alone.' Ugh, creepy.Try as he might, it was difficult to ignore the whole 'we' thing. He'd told the white weirdo what he wanted to know so it was only fair that Askan had his turn at asking questions, right? And oh boy did he not hold back. Restraint wasn't a word in Askan's vocabulary.

Askan arched a brow condescendingly. He couldn't just stand there and pretend as though his behaviour was normal and acceptable. Because it wasn't. And he needed to be told what was what."Why you talking like there's someone else here. It's just you and me. No third person. You got a few screws loose or something?"

The hell? Why was he getting offended? Askan had asked a reasonable question, it wasn't as though it was uncalled for. So why was he getting all huffy, as though Askan had wronged him? It didn't make sense, he didn't make sense. Not in the slightest. His protestations did little- if anything- to sway Askan's opinion of the white wolf. He could deny it all he wanted, it wasn't natural to talk as though there was someone else rattling around in that brain of his. It was wrong, sick. So yes, Askan had every right to question him, to try and show him just how twisted he was. Not because Askan was vindictive, but because it was the right thing to do.

Still, the Rye wolf did not appreciate being spoken to in such a biting manner. Askan was doing him a favour, why was he being so snappy? Askan felt his hackles rise and his lips pull back into a snarl. How dare he... Askan was just trying to help, how dare he throw it back in his face like that. Digging his feet into the snow for traction, Askan shot a potent glare in the other's direction. A silent but clear representation of the scorn and loathing he felt towards him.

Who the hell was he? What was that supposed to mean? Was that a jab of some sort? Well, if it was Askan was happy to rise to the occasion. If the stranger was trying to provoke him, then consider him provoked.

"The hell am I?" Askan snarled. "Askan Selwyn. And you the fuck are you, aside from a nutter. If you're not a damn Notch wolf why you hanging around huh? Get lost." He took a stomping step forward, ready to chase off this damn nutter if need be.

He wasn't doing it for the Notch's sake, he was sure that Gent would be more than capable of chasing off this weirdo if he wanted to. Askan was simply tiring of his bullshit. Socialising at the best of times was hard, but that increased tenfold when the wolf he was speaking too clearly had lost his marbles. He had no patience for him or his confusing and honestly, freaky way of speaking. He doubted that anyone else would give him the time of day either, so in his eyes Askan was blameless.