Garmir had hoped for answer, but what he heard in response to his howl certainly wasn't Triell. The voice was more femine and far more sheepish. It came somewhere higher. Right now, his only lead to find Triell ended here, so he had to investigate the scene further and perhaps talk to someone whom might have noticed something. That voice replying to him was next obvious path and Garmir begin to climp the heaps of snow higher, towards the voice he had heard.

The snow felt packed under his paws, much more solid than what it was lower, making his climp somewhat easier but also raising concerns. If the old man had been buried under there somewhere, digging his way up from dense snow might prove a challenge. Garmir could think of few deaths worse than this, being buried alive.

Now where was that little... Garmir's keen eyes searched the scene as he continued to climp, trying to spot whomever had been calling him. There were so many scents lingering in the air it was difficult to find that of an wolf among them, scent of tree sap from broken branches especially dominating the scene. There were few places to hide among the destruction and thus Garmir could not outright spot the cowering youngster. He thought he was close, feeling that pair of eyes were upon him and so he called again, loud and clear. "Come out! I won't hurt you. Just want to ask few questions!"

Scout demostration 2/3

Garmir had half expected to see some kind of pup come out of hiding, but this... this was a whole different cookie. At fist he took her stuttering as some kind of speech impairment until he suddenly realized that she was actually trying to act as a guard and... oh wow, order him around? Garmir stared at her blanky for a moment, so confused by her display that he did not even have time to smile at how cute that sight was to his eyes. She was clearly trying to act brave but he was almost certain that if he suddenly sneezed loud enough, she might turn tail and start running - and if she was running away from him, he could not ask questions from her.

So, Garmir played along. Lowering his ears against his skull and then accepting more submissive posture, even his tail tugging between his legs, he tried to act sheepish, just to make her more confident. "Wow.. hey hey.. I don't mean any harm, just... looking for a pack mate. Did you see what caused this mess?" -He explained, managing to even change his voice a bit from his usual rough tone into more.. boyish tune. Perhaps she knew what might have triggered the avalance and perhaps even better, she might have met Triell.

Only now did he realize that Garmir might have crossed a border. If there had indeed been one, it would have now been under piles of snow. Was she actually Guarding a pack territory.. or something else. Garmir tried to look behind her. "I... am I trespassing, miss?"

Scout demostration 3/3

Alright, she did seem to have some kind of speech inparity and even him playing more submissive did not seem to change that. The youngster was still visibly nervous, that much Garmir could tell, but he could not really make himself anymore smaller or sheepish, try as he might. She kept repeating Tulip over and over again in almost everything she said and Garmir presumed this was her name. He replied to her, still softly but no longer whispering. "Tulip is your name? Hello Tulip, I... my name is Garmir. Im really nice fellow I assure you. Nothing to be nervous about." -He tried to ease tension between them for the sake of forwarding conversation.

Just about then he noticed another wolf appear and take his place next to Tulip, this male clearly posing a bigger danger and appearing far more confident than what the shaking yearling did. Garmir's gaze turned on him now instead, the earthen male not dropping his eyes off him for a second as he replied to her question, his voice more tense now but his overall posture still pretending to be submissive. "Triell.. is his name. He is my pack Elder. Do you know him?"

Two strangers was more of an threat, but still, Garmir was fairly confident he could take on both at once. The yearling was perhaps... worth half an wolf if it came to a fight and Garmir would take those odds any day. Still, avoiding conflict was his priority for he was scouting after all. He also wondered if there were more in waiting.