Stone Circle the scientist

"October said her pack's had a couple young pups go missin'," he explained after his friend had introduced herself to his leader. Under more normal circumstances he would've liked for the three of them to slack off and have some sort of vibrant fun, but with the sweet, pale Forester looming with an intense amount of distress at his side, there seemed to be no room for trivial play in the least. He leaned slightly against her, encouraging her bravery as he continued. "They're only a few months old— Rannoch is grey, white... an' a little bit bigger than Lucy, who's black. They would like us to keep an eye out for 'em if they come 'round these parts."

Rickon was so wired that he forgot to properly greet or bow to his beta, but she didn't seem to notice. Maybe Philos had been right, and submitting all the time wasn't a necessary thing around already familiar packmates. "I... well, uh, you know me, Val. I'd really like to get out there an' help m'friend here check around for the little guys. 'Course, only if y'all could spare me for a few days, that is. I won't go if you need me here."