Broken Boulder Drumbeat

Thuringwethil waived Prophet's assumption that she was the one frequenting this area, an admission that allowed Prophet to relax just slightly. She presumably wouldn't be attacking him for being too close, then. The scent was vaguely familiar but having not spent too much time focusing on Depp when they met, the dark-haired male didn't connect the dots. He recalled Depp only by his invitation, and how bold he had thought it, though boldness wasn't necessarily a bad thing in the northern wolf's eyes.

The concern she admitted drew his interest and curiosity, and he hummed a quiet, "hmm," as if contemplating what next to say. There were many things he could remark upon, such as the fledgling claim, the surrounding lands, or what hers were like, but Prophet wasn't the normal sort of chit-chatter. While he wasn't the solemn, stoic sort who was much too cool to hold conversations with anyone, he did have an unusual aversion to small talk and preferred to break the ice more directly.

"It causes you concern because...?" he led off, genuinely curious what a pack wolf might want with a territory other than the one they guard.