Padding slowly along the border – at a slow, stretched out trot to be precise – Anouke looked around, seeing nothing but a white thicket surrounding him; branches and bushes on either side – covered with snow, and sharp thorns littered everywhere that stung as he stepped on them. His pads were not used to them yet, and it would take a bit before he could walk freely without feeling any pain. Pain meant one was weak, and when one was weak, they were not fit to survive in the cruel world. Only those that were strong willed and minded could endure on without worrying about what lay ahead, or what happened in the past. Those that did, would have a hard time living life freely, and lucky for the Young Hellion, he could and would survive.

He froze when a crackle and a loud thump sounded from somewhere ahead; pricking his ears forward, bright amber eyes narrowing, head lowering to protect his neck, and after a few moments, slunk forwards in a crawl, his belly just a few inches above the ground. It didn’t sound like a wolf, but he wanted to make sure, and soon enough, Anouke came upon a slight heap of snow with twigs and leaves sticking out awkwardly. It seemed like a branch had broken under the weight of the heavy, icy snow. Standing up straight, a slight frown on his devilishly handsome face, he turned away from the snowy pile and continued on his way, pretending that it never happened. Unexpected happenings were dismissed by him if they weren’t of importance, and what just occurred clearly wasn’t.

The Young Hellions border check was so far uneventful, and so when he came to the edge of the thicket, he paused for a few minutes, closing his eyes and letting the cool sun wash over him – what was seen of the sun from the clouds that blocked it from view. His dark fur almost glistened under the sun’s weak rays and patchwork of white and blue that lay spread upon the canvas above. A soft, whispering breeze tugged and pulled at his long, pristine pelt, as if it was tempting him to dance to a sweet melody. But that was not all the wind brought to his attention.

Eyes opening slowly, Anouke stared ahead, his dark head and shoulders lifted up with practiced ease. There was a shape not far ahead, one that looked like a wolf, which would most likely beg to join his pack. But the moments passed, and stretched into a minute, then two, and still, the figure did not move. Curious, he started forward, padding slowly towards the wolf – if it was – neutrally. He wasn’t on his pack lands, so he had no dominance over it, in their view, that is. He held power over anyone who was too weak or idiotic to handle the power and authority. But he could not walk around showing off his prowess, they would not understand.

Coming up behind the male as silently as his large frame allowed him to – which was very well as all he had to tread on was a slight covering of snow on the grass – his bright amber eyes studied the wolf. Clearly a male, the stranger sported a dark brown coat, fading to a darker colour towards his legs, but as the male was sitting on his rump, facing away from him, he could not see the face the was perched upon the broad shoulders, and thus, he could not tell if he had the power within him. But it was likely that he didn’t, there weren’t many of his kind, even so, he would put the male through a test that any should be able to understand the hidden meaning, and know immediately who and what he was.

Cocking his dark head to the side, the corners of his mouth twitched up infinitesimally in a smirk as he stared at the brown male, gauging what he should say. After just a moment of thought, he announced his presence – unless if it was already known – to the male by coughing softly, before speaking in a deep, rich voice that had a slight tone to it, teasing, maybe. “Looking for a home?” Tough luck.