Stone Circle the cold winds are rising

Two women come to meet his call, presumably the Alpha females of the pack he now stands before. He cannot recall a time where two women ruled the dark wood co-dependently, and doubted there ever was, but nonetheless is intriguing to see. "Scouting, mostly." He shrugs lightly at the darker woman's inquiry, unlike himself to offer such a lackadaisical and non-committal form of response to a fellow dignitary. But he has no identity to them at the moment, and reminds himself that this is as much respect he can muster behind the facade of a random wanderer. 

"I am looking for a pack, Blackfeather Woods, it is called. Do you know where I may find them?" He takes a different approach then he had intended, knowing that if they had heard anything of the fallout through the social grapevine, they would likely tell him... either out of warning or suspicion. But he gives them nothing to outright suspect crookedness about him. Nothing other than his scars and injuries stick out of the ordinary, and he does not carry with him his usual suave. He does not disclose who he is, leaving them only to guess and make up their own minds on who he may or may not be. It is liberating, in a way, but the risk is much higher. Should they suspect treachery, he has no doubt Vaati will be run from their neck of the woods in a similar fashion Hydra had did him. Avoiding direct eye contact as a gesture of subservience, he waits for them to speak on the matter before pressing forward.