Perhaps if Askan had been a little sharper, more on point he would have noticed the new addition to their little family. He knew about Niles and how Castel had recruited him, but as of that point he hadn't yet met the yearling. Nor was he really in a hurry to do so.  It wasn't anything personal, he hadn't even met the guy so he couldn't claim whether he liked him or not, it was simply that Askan had too much on his mind. He was in no mood to babysit anyone, or show them the ropes as he usually would have. For now, the newbie would just have to make do with Castel keeping him company.

Which Niles probably didn't mind, considering their 'closeness' and all.
So when Askan heard a voice from behind him, he couldn't help the fact that his ears pressed flat to his head and he stood, turned around to see who'd crept up on him with a callous, stony expression on his face. For a split second his lips twitched, threatening to peel pack into a snarl as a question danced on the tip of his tongue. But then his eyes widened when he saw- Reyes? The aggression leaked from his form and his hackles de-puffed as Askan watched on with confusion.

"Reyes?"

This was surprising. The loner had promised and Askan trusted him but... He wasn't sure why, or how he'd even allowed it to happen, but doubt had wiggled into his mind and he had been able to stop himself from wondering if Reyes had simply been telling the Rye wolf what he wanted to hear. That he had simply been playing along with no real intention to follow through. But here he was, standing before him, with those grey eyes and scars. Stepping forward, closing the gap between them, Askan pressed his nose to the expanse of his throat and sniffed. If Drestig had allowed him to join the pack he would no doubt smell like the Rye King, at least even a little. And there it was, Drestig's scent as clear as day.

He was one of them, part of the family.

"I see." He mumbled, pulling away with a slight tint of reluctance.

What now though? Was he supposed to say something? Thank you? That didn't seem right. Was this supposed to be a big amazing moment with fireworks and magic? If so, it didn't really feel like it. It was quiet, subdued. But something was there, something he couldn't quite put his paw on. Either way, he knew that this was right. Good even.

The Rye Guardian cleared his throat. "Drestig probably didn't say it as such, but we don't like slackers around here. We're a family yes, but everyone has their part to play. Have you considered yours yet?"

Reyes was speaking that language again but Askan couldn't find the will or desire to make a fuss about it. If anything, it was more of a character quirk than anything else, a part of Reyes that made him Reyes. A little bit of frustration remained as Askan didn't like to be kept in the dark, but it wasn't so bad that he figured he needed to bring it up there and then. For now, the lon- the Rye wolf was welcome to talk as he pleased. As long as he wasn't too rude, the Selwyn didn't mind a bit of back talk- it was maybe even a little fun- but he wasn't looking to get insulted either. That was no fun after all.

Perhaps Reyes was right, maybe Askan was a little too quick to grill him. He'd simply been unsure of what to say, those were the first words that popped to mind. He meant no offence or harm. Whilst the Selwyn wasn't one to apologise, he figured he might as well try to smooth things over with his new pack mate, to help ensure good teamwork and all that obviously. It wasn't anything to do with other reasons the Yukon wolf might have. It all for the good of the pack, seriously it was. Or so he told himself anyway.

Grumbling at the good natured nudge-or shove more like it- Askan turned away and flicked his tail in Reyes' face. Serves him right.

"I might." He told him, gazing out on the tundra once again.

He knew that everything else had been dropped and would remain so until they found Percy, but even so their neighbours to the north were still an ever present threat. Askan couldn't leave and join the search but maybe there was something he could do here that would help the pack in the long run. And Reyes he was rather...hefty, to say the least. Another guardian wouldn't go amiss, surely.

"Why? What about you? Have anything in mind?" He asked, turning to look at Reyes once more.

Askan huffed at the nip to his tail. He'd seen it coming, he knew that if he swished him he was going to get bitten and he was not disappointed. Reyes followed on through. At first the Selwyn had misconstrued his biting as a sign of aggression, that Reyes was trying to start something, that he was asking to have his arse handed to him on a platter. But no, it was just his way. He was into biting, that sort of thing. Askan had quickly realised that if he wanted to spend more time with him, then he'd have to deal with it and his snappy mouth. Which was fine, he supposed, worth the hassle at the very least.

Not only did Reyes have a snappy mouth, but clearly it was smart too. It wasn't as though the Yukon had intentional ignored him, as snarky as Reyes was, Askan honestly did make an effort to hear what he had to say. He might not always like what was said but the point remained the same. It had all been accidental, but the rogues' tone made it clear this little mistake was not appreciated. Which made sense, Askan supposed, as he too didn't like having to repeat himself. Another trait they shared it common.

The Rye Guardian would have been content to show him the borders, to point out where the markers were and where he'd hidden his own little personal caches-lest he fancy a snack when on patrol- when Reyes trailed off, something clearly on his mind. Raising a brow in silent question, he waited for him to continue, to spit it out. But instead he smirked-damn that clever smile- and once again nipped at the Selwyn, this time at his flank.

He owed him? Pfft, Askan wouldn't have gone that far or even worded it like that. But he supposed after their scuffle the other day, maybe in a way he did. It would only be right to pay him back, to make amends, right?

Askan shifted to look at him head on, instead of craning his neck around. "Do I now?"He asked, his voice dripping with dry amusement.

He supposed this might be a good use of their time, a decent distraction at the very least. Maybe this time Reyes could hold his own without throwing a hissy fit when he lost.A wry smirk tugged at his lips and Askan spread his gait in anticipation, ready to take a heavy hit when it came. Which would no doubt be soon, knowing Reyes.

"Well come on then." His tail wagged slowly behind him, egging Reyes on. "I'm game."

He might be into that sort of thing?

Well that was...enough to throw Askan off course. It didn't rile him up, Askan wasn't annoyed or insulted by Reyes' smooth swords or wolfish grin. If anything, he was a little taken back as he felt his cheeks heat up. Did Reyes always have to be so Reyes ? Yes, apparently he did. Not one to back down, Askan forced all of that - those weird, confusing feelings that only seemed to pop up when he was about- down and shot another daring look the rogues' way. The Selwyn had meant it, he was game. Though this time, he'd try and be a little more gentler, even though Reyes had gone out of his way to imply he didn't mind it so much.

A strange and confusing thought in of itself, the sort that almost snagged the proverbial rug out from beneath Askan's feet.

Seeing as Askan had charged headfirst into their little scrap, he was more than willing to let Reyes lead this dance. Because that's what it was really wasn't it? They weren't going out of their way to hurt each other. They felt no real antagonism towards each other, despite their grumbling and squinty glares. This was just a way of moving together, not quite as one but not really as opposition either. It was hard for Askan to understand, let alone put into words, but all he knew was that this felt right. The anticipation simmered in his veins, his tail wagged faster-so much so that his butt was wiggling like a pup with bad coordination- and he let out a bark of encouragement.

Come on, get me.

It appeared as though Reyes had other plans in mind. Rather than barrelling into him, as Askan had expected and prepared for, Reyes-as casually as could be-gave the snow a good thump then trotted right up to him, pleased as a pickle. Did he think this was a joke? Askan had been willing to let him take the reins, and he'd said he wanted to tussle. So what was this about? Blinking in confusion, Askan had been about to open his mouth to ask what was up when- there it was, a quick nip to the ear. Before he could even muster a response, Reyes went in again, this time his teeth pulled at his tail.

Oh so this was what he had in mind? Well, Askan supposed he could be game. He wasn't so unreasonable, he just liked to know what was what beforehand. He like clarity. And right now things between them were as clear as day.

With an exaggerated eye roll, Askan bounded after Reyes with his tail waving behind him. This wasn't Askan's usual sort of scene-Gods forbid if someone happened upon them frolicking like this- but damn it. It was fun, sort of. A decent distraction at the very least.

"Get your fat ass back here!" Askan yelled, just a little breathless as he tore after Reyes.

It was clear that Reyes wasn't going all out, trying to escape from him as the handsome  rogue was just within reach. If Askan pushed just a little bit harder Askan could give him a good nip to his tail. But where was the fun in that? Especially when there was an all the more alluring target just right in front of him, practically asking for it.

With a powerful kick, Askan launched himself forward and he hooked his front legs around Reyes' rump and threw his weight down onto him as hard as he could. He wasn't trying to hurt him, it was simply that nothing less was going to bring Reyes to a stop. He was a force to be reckoned with. If they just so happened to roll around on the floor a bit, Askan would be content. More than that really, more so than he could probablya admit. What could he say? He was a lucky guy, few would ever have the fortune to be in such a position. To have the chance to tussle with such an opponent of course, yes, that is exactly what Askan meant.