Wapun Meadow The water temple.

Ever since stumbling on the encounter between Merrit and the stranger wolf, the older Easthollow wolf couldn't shake the uneasiness that clung to his pelt. Like a field mouse, it had made its home within him and refused to leave until he plucked it out. But Greyback simply couldn't grab hold of it and toss it away, no. He had to figure out what they had been talking about, and why the young Easthollow wolf had looked so eager at the strangers words.

And that led him to where he was now- tracking the scent of the loner into the dense fog, at what he assumed was close to the Swiftcurrent Creek given the smell. With a lowered head the large wolf carefully crept through the cloudy haze, his eyes scanning every inch of land that came into his surroundings. Step by step, he followed the thick scent that clung to the wet earth below him before he came upon a dark figure in the distance.

Rising to his full height, he continued to make his way forward until he paws touch the wet banks of the river. He stood like a stone, looking at the male with a stoic expression and a relaxed tail. It was difficult to see the strangers features but it was clear to the Delta that he was a someone capable of attacking.

"Greetings," He announced, his voice deep but flat.