He listened to her words, a small nod given in understanding; she had many choices before her, and as a newcomer to the land it was never an easy one. His method had been to join the first pack he had come across, and while not ideal in the mind of many, it had worked well for him. The fleeting time he had spent in Willow Ridge had restored his longing to be of a pack and family once more.. something he had feared he had forgotten the moment his paws had carried him away from his birth pack.


Giving an idle flick of his tail, a small half-grin lifted the corner of his muzzle, her question causing the male to lift his shoulders in a shrug. He wasn’t necessarily beating around the bush with his intentions of recruitment, but nor was he willing to fully pressure the girl to following him. “My mate is pregnant. We will travel over the mountains in a few weeks time to settle and claim land there – there are too many packs within these regions for my taste. Though, we are looking for others to join us..” He trailed off then, canting his muzzle.


He fell silent for a moment, studying the pale gold and brown of her coat, noting the sparse bits of silver that flecked within it. She reminded him of his family, and he felt a lurch in his chest for a heartfelt moment – though, in fairness, she was much more subdued than the Argyris brothers. The smallest crinkle of her nose drew his interest, though he did not question her thoughts. “But I stayed with a pack here during the winter called Willow Ridge. Elettra, the lady of the pack, was kind enough to take me in for the harsh season.”

He gave a nod at her statement – apparently, Elettra was a wolf the girl was familiar with. Stirring his thoughts elsewhere from the dark lady who had unknowingly stomped his heart flat, Phineas briefly studied the she-wolf before noting the flick of her tail and the shake of her muzzle. Glancing away, wishing to give the girl a moment’s breathe to adjust to his sudden appearance, he caught view from his peripheral of a bird sweeping past, carrying what appeared to be a small rodent in its clutches.


She spoke once more, this time introducing herself and causing his gaze to focus once more upon her. “Phineas,” he returned, though soon allowing the silence to stretch between them. She seemed to be at a crossroads with herself, though the ivory beast could not place why – after all, he was no mind reader. Instead, his shoulders rolled back in a light stretch before he gave his pelt a quick and casual shake. “You seem to be pensive,” he noted, wondering if there was anything he could aid the girl with. While he knew very little of the lands, he wasn’t entirely unknowledgeable about the topic… though, perhaps her mind was far from seeking a home. “I could leave you to your thoughts if you wish,” he rumbled with an apologetic smile, his paws leading him a few traipses back from the girl.