Faol, as if summoned by the utterance of his name, was quick to arrive soon after. His golden eyes went from Sagacity to the salt-and-pepper-pelted man, a quick dip of his muzzle acknowledging his apology. It seemed that everyone had shown up and as Naira announced that they could not stay in the Pass any longer with the winter conditions worsening by the minute. Mapplethorpe's neck and shoulder fur bristled as he slightly leaned towards his queen, his gaze also sweeping over the wolves that had gathered before her. The mention of two more joining the pack had him in for somewhat of a surprise; he had been so busy counting caches and preparing the pack for winter that he had paid no mind whatsoever to the borderlines that had to be patrolled... in actuality, really, that was what Taima was for...
His russet ear twitched and his eye went to Naira's face once more as both Faol and Crowe were promoted. The newly advanced guardian and the redeemed Lowest, now a subordinate of the family, were given tasks. While Mapplethorpe longed to help, despite his build being much spindlier and less bulky than the large men called upon to break through the thickening wall of snow, he brushed it all away. His eyes were needed elsewhere and it was with perfect timing that he turned his head to catch a glimpse of off-white fur in the distance. The shape stopped long enough for his narrowed eyes to focus and realize that a stranger had come into their midst, howling in a plea to join them in their attempt to get off the mountain.
A possessive growl left the Consort's chest and with a flash of his yellowing teeth, he stepped forward with his hackles raised. At least the rogue had kept a good distance away, but soon his attention was snagged not once but twice. A blur of black fur from the corner of his eye had him glancing over to see a young, black-coated yearling. Inhaling deeply several times over he scented that Naira had claimed him as apart of the pack. He snorted and tore his eyes away from Gent, soon leaving him at his back to help keep an eye on the cubs at his back.
With his tail rising up now that he had taken up a position in front of the pack and the wall they were digging through, Mapplethorpe had noticed something crawling through the snow. His jaw clenched. For the third time, another being made itself known and another whiff of Naira's scent, this time in a woman's pelt, assured him he could keep focused on the more pressing matters at hand. By chance he happened to notice that Sagacity, too, was staring at the possibly unwelcome rogue. She even went as far as to alert Faol.
The grizzled Leader snapped his jaws and with a click of his teeth prior to his initial address, he barked through the falling snow, his words muffled in the crisp winter air. "Keep your distance then," he outright advised. "Come any closer and I will take your pelt to keep my daughters warm." His tail lowered just slightly but it, too, bristled enough to appear full and menacing. He revealed his teeth with forward-pointed ears, then stepped backwards twice before instructing her further, "Make haste! We will not be responsible for your hardship if the tunnel does not hold up when we have gone."