Never in his life did Veho believe he would ever willingly engage in combat with another wolf, much less a packmate. As a youth, his father insisted he learn some skills – mainly, they were for self-defense once it became clear how passive the eldest child was. However, Caelyn was no fool, and used @Namid as the carrot to lead his son onwards. One day, he warned, he may need to defend his sister from someone unkind or unable to take rejection and thus the budding healer did learn not only how to protect himself from grievous harm, but would be able to uphold his sister's honor if the need ever presented itself.
Swallowing down the stone in his throat, the man tried to shake the thoughts from his mind – his father had never trained him to challenge for rank, much less for the reasons that motivating him. To be close to @Rook – all this to be close to Rook, his mind whispered traitorously, and the medicine man gave a full body shiver. His ears rung, the noise high and painful as he moved through pack territory. A quick jog by the den had shown the area to be empty, and a quick putter to his own cache had proved equally as fruitless. Thunder rumbled nearby, rain spitting on the wolf as he continued to prowl, the dreary weather suiting his mood as he narrowed his eyes to keep the droplets out.
Once further into the wood, the silver wolf sighed and settled against the fallen needles on the muddy forest floor before lifting up his voice, wishing to summon the fourth subordinate from wherever he might be. Only when a wolf emerged did he tip his head and clear his throat, voice soft, eyes cast low. "Hello – Titan? I don't believe we've properly met," he murmured, voice barely more than a whisper. "Might I have a moment?"