Larksong Grotto taken away to the dark side

Pasha’s senses were tuned for the better, but rather than steal a moment of pride for his growing son, his eyes were sharp upon the trees before them. One pale paw slid forward, his limb shifting closer to the boy before he stole a sharp glance down – a reassuring nod given to the young Frostfur.
 
It would seem their company did not want to reveal themselves – or they had yet to make it to the duo. The Alpha had time to usher Pasha back to the direction of Nova Peak, where the safety of their pack remained. Yet, he could only smell one strange wolf, and faintly – perhaps, there was no trouble posed.
 
But Scimitar was also not one to play games, and as a branch snapped nearby and no form emerged, his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, if only for a moment when a growl bubbled from his throat. “Show yourself,” he demanded, his voice raising loudly. If the other made no move to do so, it would be ending this small trip from the Peak.