With Reyes in the north tending to diplomatic matters, Askan didn't stray too far from their home. It went without saying that he trusted the others,wouldn't let them hang around if he didn't, but it was an unspoken rule that at least one leader should remain in the Shallows. Just in case.
Never being one to sit around on his arse all day though, Askan ventured past their borders with the intention of scoping the land, or trying his paw at a spot of hunting. After they'd brought down that deer together the other day the caches were full as were their bellies, but with winter charging ever closer there was no excuse to be lazy.
He weaved through the bare trees with his nose pressed to the snow, all sorts of scents tickled his nostrils, but one in particular caught his attention. It was that of a wolf, not one of his but a loner.
From the scent alone, and the way it was layered he could tell that they had been loitering near the border for quite some time. Pacing back and forth, spying on them behind the trees.
Askan's hackles stood on end as he glanced about, who the fuck thought that this was a good idea? Really? They should have known better.
He sniffed at the ground again, there was something about this scent though, something that seemed familiar, a tint he recognised. So maybe not a complete stranger, but a loner nonetheless.
With his tail held high, his yellow gaze skimmed the woodlands once more. If he couldn't find her then he'd have the whole pack come and look, that probably wouldn't be a nice situation to be in, so he supposed he could offer her a chance. Just one.
"I know you're here. So why are you here, so close to my home?" He asked, his voice deep and commanding. Just like his Father had sounded when he was pissed off.