The grey clouds rolled over head — a perfect reflection to his thoughts. Borlla was badly injured, though as each day passed he could see her strength slowly returning — she would not be moving far for awhile, but of course, he was simply grateful her fall had not killed her. While he was hesitant to leave her side, he also knew the cold upon the air meant winter was coming swiftly, and with each passing day, the leaves became more vibrant in their tale of what was to come. After a brief discussion with @Lucero and his mate, the Argyris male left his pack lands behind for a quick scout of the surrounding forests. He wanted to keep careful watch of the herds.


He had come across a smaller herd of caribou; their numbers thinning come the autumn. Of course, he skirted them, his nostrils flaring. It was a worthy hunt, and he would need to keep tabs on the herd in case they strayed farther toward one of the neighboring packs.. while he wished to remain somewhat amicable with the other packs of the area, he also knew come winter, he would not give up a resource such as this to them. Not without a fight.


Straying from the herd now to see what else the Copse offered, the male's gait was leisurely, the male stopping every so often to bend his muzzle down and sniff at a plant or rock. A myriad of scents could be found, but none of them truly recognizable or distinguishable. A sprinkle of rain suddenly erupted from the sky above, quick to drip from the leaves overhead and moisten the ground beneath him. His paws became slick with mud, while his fur became haphazard in appearance.


Glancing up to the heavens, a small smirk tugged at his lips just then. It was better than snow, at least.

Company found him -- his muzzle lowered from his stare to the sky, his fiery eyes falling upon the couple that approached him. The rain slicked his pelt closer to his large frame, while droplets of water clung to his cheek fur. His eyes drifted between either wolf -- both unfamiliar, and neither one of them recognizable. The silver male stepped forward at first -- his stance neutral and amicable enough before introducing himself. Swinging his muzzle down in a quiet nod of greeting, the Argyris male was about to follow suit , stoically keeping an eye on the two, when the coal-hued she-wolf by the name of Silver stepped to the male's side, pressing against him tightly.


His jaws clipped shut at her words, his brows furrowing as her own eyes shut tightly, as if fearful of him. Taken aback, the male's muscles tensed, uncertain how to take what only seconds ago had been a friendly approach to a complete turnaround. His eyes drifted to the male, wondering of his reaction to the event unfolding, and his ears cupped forward, trying to hear what mumbled words the female spoke to the male she sought solace against. He could not hear them, and instead, stared slightly baffled at the two.


"Phineas Argyris of Magnolia Glen," he clarified, his figure tensing even more as his tail arched slightly higher. His eyes moved back to the cowering she-wolf, and understanding suddenly dawned on him -- Borlla had mentioned a wolf that had briefly entered their ranks.. a foolish girl, who had not understood the meaning of submission, or loyalty. Her name had been Silver.. A soft grunt escaped him then, the realization revealing itself upon his facade. "I know you," he responded dryly now.