Broken Boulder Drumbeat

She throws back a question and Prophet's lips twitch with a mixture of amusement and confusion alike. "It would not concern me," he informed. "You have land of your own, do you not? Does it not suit and sustain you, that you find the settling of others threatening?" It was the only explanation he could come up with on the fly. As a lone wolf, the affairs of packs didn't concern him and again he expected to go unanswered, particularly due to the dig in his question. As a former pack wolf, he had never been concerned with what others did, so long as they didn't trespass on his territory. To know there were wolves aggressive enough to control even beyond their claim was curious to him indeed.

But he didn't think less of Thuringwethil for it. Her motives were perplexing to the Arctic wolf, whose life had been spent wholly within his pack's borders up until his dispersal, but that didn't make them wrong. Still, he was curious to know—was her land perhaps too barren to support a pack, requiring them to range beyond their threshold for prey? Were they insecure about their claim and required utter control over the surrounding areas to ensure theirs was never contested? There were many possibilities, and as his orange eyes swept over her, he was driven to find out the exact one so he might better understand Thuringwethil herself.

At the last moment, so swept up in his curiosity, he remembered her question. If Depp had introduced himself, Prophet had already forgotten the name, so he rejoined, "unfortunately, no. He was a strange fellow, though."