Ankyra Sound 'til it's gone

He’d heard of the wolf outside their borders, along with the warning in mind, he finds himself more curious than anything. He’s easily become restless in the last little while, daring to travel more and more outside of Drageda enough that he wants more. Having always been one to stay close to home, and aside from traveling from Trigeda, he’s spent most of his time at home. A few expeditions here and there but his usefulness within the pack feels few and far between. Getting outside the borders has been refreshing lately, with more for him to explore. 

The sound has become just as familiar as Drageda but the scent leads him this way anyway, watching for the blip of grey he’s come to expect. When Arlo does find him, he keeps his distance at first. The straggler has the body and physique has a loner should have but something else hangs in the air. His relation to Wildfire oblivious—or lost—from memory, Arlo presses forward and only stops when the other appears to have found something.

What little herbs Arlo knows, he learned from his brother but he does not necessarily recognize what is beneath the nose of Eljay. His ears swivel forward, tail stiffened out behind him, and offers a light chuff if only to give him a heads up he’s in the background.