He was making a routine trip to the falls when instead he spotted a rogue female, carrying the remains of a hare. If she kept going she would not doubt cross territory boundries, and well he knew that was not a good idea. He felt inclined to stop her, or at least see if she would be.

Letting out a sharp woof, his ears were raised, and his eyes wary upon the female. "Not a good idea sweetheart." He called out, suggesting she stop, rather then going any closer to him, and what was behind him -Swift River. He stood tall, studying her grey, and cinnamon coat. She was probably about the same size as he, but he wasn't sure from the yard that was between them.

The threads along his shoulders, neck, and spine pricked upward, ready for her to turn on him. "I'm young, but not without strength," he offered, because she had yet to scare him. He was not a small child any more.

When her hackles flattened his were still raised as a show of intimidation. "Because unless you plan to join the pack, crossing their borders will leave you with many flesh wounds." He offered, his yellow-orange tinted eyes not flinching from hers. If anything the Tainn never back down, no matter who was on the other side. It wouldn't sit lightly with him if she was going to waltz to Swift River all hell bent on causing havoc. It was part of his job to protect his home, and his family who resided in it's depths. If her intentions were of something else, he would cease from being her problem.

The Tainn laughed shaking his head. "You earn my respect,and I'll give it to you," he said amused by how easily flustered she had gotten by his choice of words. When she growled, snapping her teeth his tail flicked. "Watch yourself," he warned as he wasn't the kind of fellow who was against biting females back.

The mention of pack something changed, yet was gone before he could decide what it meant. Sighing softly, afraid he might regret it he said,"Okay since you asked nice I'll help."

His lips pulled up revealing his fangs in short warning, before his lips drawn closed, and his jaws tight. She was making it less likely for him to want to help, and more to take a bite out of her hide. When she picked up the rabbit he grabbed his self control, counting to five. He took a step, eyeing her cautiously before his ears drawn forward, hearing the far off sound of the water fall. "Back that way," he pointed to the left with his nose. "If you keep walking, you'll find a trail that leads up to the grotto." He had no intention to lead her there, because he hardly wanted to turn his back to the lone wolf.

"Your welcome," he mumbled under his breath. He made sure to watch her leave, uncertain if she was really headed where she said she was going. Once he figured she had gone he continued scouting in hopes of finding his on meal, and also that she didn't cross the line up further. After a some time, he heard a bark, and had a feeling he knew who it was. Ears twisting back, he stalked forward, following her scent.

"Yes?"He asked, standing across her path. What did she want now? He had thought he told her where to go, and she didn't need food. He doubted she was lonely for company, but waited quietly for her answer.