Hushed Willows hammer out the details

Perhaps Teagan had been neglecting his most basic duties to the pack. He'd spent, perhaps far too much time, exploring the area around, then hunting for food, away from the packlands. It wasn't intentional, he supposed, since his main motive was to clear his head, and he couldn't seem to do it around the company of fellow wolves, despite being packmates. But it still had consequences, and Teag might have realised it far too late. It didn't matter now, the 'clearing his head' mission had not worked out anyways, so he might as well stay home and do his duty there. Patrolling, hunting, whatever they needed of him, he could do it. 

Teagan's main purpose was a diplomat; he liked to talk, he talked well, he charmed his way into people's heads and hearts and perhaps more, so why not put that tongue to use? Except, in a famine, talking wouldn't help much. So he fought and he hunted; he wasn't that bad either; he was quite good at those skills, if he did say so himself, but the purpose was fading from his life and the urge to find a new one was blossoming again. He would leave, but he had promised Warbone and he didn't like breaking promises.

Lifting a leg wearily, he pissed on the ground, mind elsewhere. Just as he began walking again, he stopped, ears twitching as he caught a sound; a familiar voice, accompanied by a familiar scent, or scents, should he say. Teagan cocked his head, before approaching them, "What'cha talking about?"