Bearclaw Valley -- i've dreamt this moment, so overdue

Every now and again his gaze trailed off towards Reigi, maintaining a connection with her, should he need to convey any messages; his glances were short, fleeting, never lingering any longer than a handful of seconds. To lose his focus for too long and risk an unseen attack would not happen; given the size difference, and the fact that the stranger was outnumbered, Alexander doubted he’d be so stupid as to attack, but one could never be too cautious. “You’re on the borders of Bearclaw Valley,” he said, then added, “How can a wolf be lost?” He had a nose, did he not? It seemed far easier, and less risky, to just follow one’s own scent back to wherever, rather than approaching those they did not know.

Now curious, he took a few steps towards the male, letting out a low warning growl as he did so—don’t move. Whatever distance remained between them was lost as he closed in, sniffing and picking through the scents that adorned his coat; there weren’t any that stood out to him, just a collection of various smells that seemed far too many for a lone wolf. “Where are you from?” he asked, pulling his head back. He remained where he stood, keeping to Engel’s front whilst his pack mate covered his back.