Bearclaw Valley Drone

Gavriel knows little of the teekon. The furthest he'd traveled before this trip had been the edges of the Maplewood and only to scout as the rest of the wolves were led to battle. Wildfire knows her way around and Gavriel puts trust in her to take the route necessary to reach her destination. There hasn't been much chatter between the two, they hunted once, but their conversation had been limited. His duty is to protect the smaller girl, whether or not she needed it, and he follows along and keeps to himself for the duration of the trip, albeit only a few yards distance between them.

He looks over in her direction when she speaks, ears forward as he hears the same sound. Lifting his head, he looks around, and easily closes the distance between them as the same feeling settles deep in the pit of his stomach. Unsure of the origin, Gavriel knows it can't be good, and he glances questioningly at his companion.