During his travels between the coast and the taiga, Cerne had picked up the scents of another nearby pack. Curiosity had the better of him — did Sakhmet and Kigipigak know of their neighbors? If they didn't, they would after this meeting. Knowing he was close to the other pack's claim, Cerne let loose a call for whomever lived here, then backed away from their borders. He would await them patiently.

A man approached, clearly in a foul temper. At his hostility, Cerne gave a soft scoff of disgust. "Is this how you treat visitors?" His question would be paired with raised brows and a small frown. Cerne then gestured east, telling the man coldly, "I live with a small family on the river. I merely sought to meet my neighbors." Cerne was not impressed, and he would pass this on to Natigvik.

Cerne snorted softly, his eyes narrowing, though he made no further remarks. He took a moment to get a good look at the male before him — Cerne was heavier, but they were very nearly the same height. Still, he knows better than to stir up trouble, especially so close to claimed land — there was no telling how nearby one of his companions might be. Cerne stood, still frowning, then said nothing as he turned and made to leave. Perhaps, once he was home and settled, he would seek answers from the bones about his neighbors — where the wolves refused to speak, the bones would tell all.