Even if a pack wasn’t what Summiter was looking for, the shadow couldn’t leave him on the mountain wounded. Not with winter rolling in. The small pack was looking at acquiring members, not driving them away. He kept telling himself to be more approachable and seek out conversation. Actually play the role of leader properly as opposed to letting Kyna do everything. Being in charge had never been on the top of his priority list. Pursuing the spotlight hadn’t even been a thought in his mind—ever. Not until the scarlet mountain princess entered his life. She had changed his perspective—his goals. Made him want things he’d never considered in the past. He still had his doubts, but the Archer knew those would never fade away completely.

He snickered at the male’s words and nodded gently as he mirrored Summiter’s faint grin. Savior. That was a new one.

Greer kept his pace slow as he knew the younger male was wounded. It was not a speed he was used to but he complied without protest or complaint. If he wanted the charcoal loner to stay in Aurora he would have to be a good host. Make the mountain pack look appealing. “Weclome,” he responded with a flick of his tail, his features softening. “No more rock throw,” he tossed over his shoulder, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement.