Wraith hid his smile in his fur as he continued to groom himself. His packmate's excuses sounded false to his ears, but the female could very well buy it. The more he heard from her, the more certain he was that she was ruled by naivety. Skoll, on the other paw, was adept at deflection. At least enough for the female. Wraith didn't buy the act for a moment, and couldn't help but find amusement in the entire fiasco. He actually snorted when he was introduced as Skoll's buddy, knowing the word was only a substitute for his name considering the good prince likely hadn't learned it yet. The black male took no offense to it but felt his pride take a sting at the female's reasoning.
"I'm hardly a helpless pup, Miss Ayla," he finally spoke up, tone still light and friendly. "A bit of cold won't be my end." What the wolves saw as cold here, Wraith considered rather balmy. He dreaded this summer they spoke of. That very well could be his undoing...
Turning to Skoll, Wraith inclined his head. "As for Niles, I haven't seen him. But I'd be happy to help you look." The pack had a habit of losing its members, he thought to himself. Hadn't Craw mentioned a young female going missing not long before he joined as well? Isolde, wasn't it? He dared not bring it up, however, imagining the loss still stung.