So here they were. Askan had no intentions of leading him any further, or allowing the stranger to take refuge in the Shallows. Other packs were willing to let loners crash on their proverbial sofas, but that didn't fly here. He wasn't against the idea of helping out others from time to time, but there was a fine line between being a good Samaritan and being a complete push over. Askan had no interest in being the latter, he'd much rather be a hardass, at least then folk would take him seriously.
He breathed in deep, relishing in the familiar scent of home that settled in his nostrils. They were close to his border, in sight but more than a few paces away. The forest that surrounded them was thick and overgrown, a shady entanglement of trees, fallen branches and foliage. Askan wouldn't be surprised if someone was watching them, it was so easy to hide around here, but he didn't care. Askan would speak regardless of whether anyone was watching, he was far from cunning or sneaky.
"You said you were from...a cove before." Askan began, allowing his gaze to settle on the stranger once more. "That name sounds familiar."