Crowe irritably moved along the borders to the keep. A chorus was sounding off towards the mountain, and it just about nearly pissed him off to the point of rage. He essentially turned the border into a trail by plowing his way towards the sounds. If it wasn't bad enough for the prey to be scarce some wolf was acting like a coyote. Making noise for absolutely no reason at all, Crowe heard the sadness in her call but that mattered little to him. What did matter was the fact that he was a big wolf. Big wolves need food, and while there were wolves howling on the edge of the territory, there was no food, and thus no Crowe.

"What the fuck were you thinking girl!?" Crowe's hunger and the ever present cold made him short and irritable before he had even noticed Naira was there too. Once he did see he made sure to check his stance and give the leading lady one of his signature regal nods. "Naira." he said as his head dipped low. He turned himself around and stood towards Naira's right and behind her so that he could show that he was backing her up as her guardian. So maybe Eek would understand whose pack she was messing with. She was a stranger on their land. Thus she was not welcome, and if Naira decided so, she would also be dead. Crowe was certainly a little anxious to prove himself further. But not so he would act without orders, this was after all in Naira's control, Crowe was just the supporting party.

Judging the other woman to be of little danger (even in her current worn state), Naira softened her stance just in time for Crowe to charge onto the scene like a wounded elk bull, thrashing and bellowing - daring to greet her with little more than a nod. Hunger gnawed at her stomach and had long since eaten away at her patience. Her tail shot back over her spine, a low growl and a quick snap of her teeth by the subordinates cheek was all the warning she would offer. He would remember his place or she would remind him of it herself. She didn’t need a man to do her interrogating for her.

Turning her attention back to the coal pelted woman, her tail dropped level with her spine, her nose twitching as she took in all she could. A small wolf but in this weather it could work to her advantage, causing her to sink less than majority of the burly brutes that made up her ranks. The question of prey was answered with an absent minded shrug and a non-committal tone. “We have had some success... a small herd of deer a few days back. One escaped injured, I was hoping to track them down, but who knows how far they may have travelled in search of a meal for themselves?”

Again she watched, every flick of her eyes weighing and measuring the wolf before her. She was in good condition and judging by her howls of despair her current availability wasn’t by her choosing. “Walk with me a ways. Perhaps we can flush something out... and while we walk tell me - what bought you to this side of the mountain when you so clearly want to be over there?”

Her own discomfort was easily masked, the far side of the mountain was only a place she travelled when she absolutely had to. The Serpent was her Wall, and served well to protect her from the wildlings and white walkers that prowled the woods on the eastern side of the Pass. With a small sigh she jerked her head to indicate that Crowe should join them - after all, with any luck they would need a man to do their heavy lifting.