Duskfire Glacier sorrow by name and sorrow by nature

Having been set upon returning to his two charges, the chuff caught him off guard. Focused on the disaster they’ve likely created in his absence, he’d nearly jumped when she’d made the sound. He jerked his head in her direction and quickly gave her a once over. He’d already stepped on someone’s toes earlier in their own home by not paying enough attention and he certainly didn’t want to do it again, not when he was so close. The other wolf hadn’t help many answers, but that wouldn’t mean this one wouldn’t.

“Moba,” he quickly offered, ears falling back on his head. He doesn’t make any indication to close the remainder of the distance but he doesn’t disappear from her presence either. “Am I too close to your land?” is all he asked, knowing there is a pack somewhere east of here. Why Thuringwethil’s scent lingered so close to theirs, he remained uncertain, but he can only hope for a little insight.