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They'd already lingered too long.

Akatosh hadn't dared breech the borders after returning from his adventure with the cougar, but that didn't mean he didn't hang out near the borders sometimes, curious.  It would be a while longer before he got that brave again, at least without something forcing him to do so.  Nah, he'd do sort of wimpy patrols, knowing it was something that should be done, but still not entirely comprehending the most fine details as to why.  It was just what was done, and maybe in a few more months it'd make slightly more sense.  Since the pack didn't have a huge number of wolves coming through and things were often quiet, he was wary of strangers just from the fact they were the unknown.  He liked things simple, which was part of the reason he'd never tried to figure out why Talos had flipped out the way she had at the meeting -- it just didn't really make sense.

Thus when he wandered towards his father's scent and spotted his father and a stranger so close, he wasn't even sure what he was really seeing.  Akatosh's fur pricked on end and he just froze, staring.  The noise he made was equally confused, some quiet but mangled mix of a whuff and a growl.  He was sure it wasn't right, but the fact that Constantine might be doing something wrong (a realm typically reserved for Talos) was almost beyond belief.