It was during his final patrol for the day that a stranger's commanding call flooded the air, singing out a single name; Calanthe. Immediately Gent felt the fur along his spine raise in agitated spikes, tail curling high as his ears swiveled to pinpoint the direction from which the howl had come. Perhaps if the song had been more polite it would not have alarmed him so, but as it was, he was thankful that @Calanthe was not currently present within the Crest to hear summons so that he may be the first to answer it. Whoever this visitor was, he would need to prove that his intentions were benign before being allowed to contact his subordinate. Gent would not risk inadvertently offering the woman up to harm's way if he could help it.

He was swift to descend the mountainside, carving his way through the towering forest at a powerful stride. When the man in question came into view, Gent was sure to hold a dominant posture. His pale eyes betrayed nothing as they regarded the masked wolf, taking note of everything they could from his build to the deep scar cut across his dial.

"Who are you to demand my subordinate's presence?" he asked, brusquely cutting to the chase.

Their eyes locked for a brief moment before the sound of someone else approaching forced the beast to look elsewhere, icy gaze searching for this other with apprehension clawing its way up his spine. Two strangers simultaneously approaching him on the border? His lips lifted silently in a snarl as his eyes darted to Cathair's features, searching for any signs that he might be connected to the girl who was wading her way toward them, suspicions climbing within his head. Another leap of his gaze found the girl's face, blank and respectfully averted toward the ground, and then a final look was tossed to the man as the sound of his paws kicking up clods of snow in his wake snagged Gent's attention once more. Instinct reared up inside of him, and his muscles braced as he bared his teeth, wanting to take up chase and ensure the stranger left his forest completely. He wanted to immediately seek out @Calanthe, to pull her from the Lowlands and back into the safety of the pack's territory and get some answers (if she had any at all).

Yet the alpha could only remain, unwilling to turn his back on the second foreigner. Her demeanor was leagues less threatening than the male's had been, but he would not take any chances.

"Why are you here?" he asked bluntly, hoping she would take his pace and cut straight to the chase. The thought of Cathair tracking down Calanthe while she was so isolated from the pack made him nervous, and he wanted to wrap up this encounter swiftly so that he could ensure his subordinate's safety.