Whitebark Stream its been too long

A soldier first and foremost, Estoc sensed their presence before they sensed his and immediately his mind went into battle mode; it wasn't because he felt they were threats, it was just his instincts. Being a loner for a year, give and take a few months, did that to a wolf, especially if they had been trained to be legionnaires since a child and had battle tactics and strategies and the ways of war hammered into his head. Estoc soon determined that they really weren't that much of a threat and therefore, wasn't worth his time and energy.

With a shrug and a casual flick of his tail, Estoc made to turn and continue in the direction he was walking in when one of the two wolves called out. The charcoal wolf continued walking another few feet, posture proud, worthy of a soldier and a Frostfur before he stopped and wondered how to proceed. On one hand, if he made friends with them, he might be able to gain information of what happened in these parts when he was gone and they might even know his siblings (though the chances of that were slim). On the other hand, Estoc was stressed and tired and was generally in a bad mood; he didn't want to pretend to be friendly, put on his 'nice' face and communicate with them.

But there were more pros than cons and so with an inaudible, resigned sigh, Estoc turned to their direction and began walking. His countenance was carefully emotionless and his bi-colored eyes were decidedly calculating. He stopped when he was a few meters away and surveyed them with inscrutable eyes. "You called?" Estoc asked, with a touch of good hearted sarcasm. Both of them were pack wolves; he could smell it on them. "Need any help? Had a rough day recently?" a touch of concern was evident in his tone, he could see they were injured and bleeding. Especially the one missing a tail. "What's your name?" Estoc then asked, a sheepish smile shadowing his lips for a moment before vanishing completely.