Lost Creek Hollow Member?

Lagon had given a brief pause of his running his patrol to glimpse at the overcast sky — seriously it'd been cloudy for days now and if it wasn't going to rain or snow Lagon wished that at the very least the sun would shine. He missed the sun. It was only after giving the overcast sky that stretch above him endless and gray a forlorn look his head lowered down towards the urine markings that defined Lost Creek Hollow's borders, preparing to sniff and assess if that particular stretch needed refreshed or not when the howl went up into the cold winter air. The voice that carried to his perked ears, cupped forth to help him assess the message was distinctly female, and the message implied that she wasn't hostile and, of course, of her presence. Beyond that, however there was no indication to her purpose though Lagon was all too willing to make a general assumption, though he considered that perhaps it was better to reserve it.

After all, he wouldn't know until he approached her if she was a loner or from another pack simply wishing to speak with them ...though he couldn't really fathom what reason any other pack in the Wilds would have to talk to them. Lost Creek Hollow wasn't particularly close to any pack, aside from maybe Phoenix Maplewood and there was a good few days distance between the two of them (if not more). 

As Lagon approached her position she came into view, thought at first it was hard to discern her from the powdery snow that blanketed the earth around them, though two blue eyes and a pink nose caught his attention and aided him at picking out her silhouette that began to actually take the form the closer he drew. The dragon's posture was dominate as he approached, smoky ink colored tail sweeping up in a clear display of power. He might have only been an Epsilon in the pack but he was the highest ranking wolf here, currently, and he was Guardian and thus (for the moment, mind) in charge. His eyes of mahogany red fixed upon her as his steps slowed to a gradual cease, keeping a stoic facade as he assessed her. She was very tiny, even for a female but he did not capitalize upon this. Not yet, at least. First things were first. “Your howl didn't state your purpose. Why are you at our borders?” Lagon's words were not unkind and they invited her to explain, but nevertheless they remained crisp and professional. This was his job ...or it would be when he accomplished in earning the co-rank; but as far as Lagon was concerned he had an image to maintain for in this moment he was the first impression and the first line of defense.