Ankyra Sound Let the masquerade begin

As he thought, it didn't long at all for someone to come greet him at the border - with what one always gets greeted by at a border. Same questions, same stare - nothing new. Deep within him he wanted to answer with the utmost smug answer he could muster; however he chose a different route.

Take a guess. He took note of her figure. She wasn't too much younger than him, but far smaller. She carried her banner behind her with pride, showing dominance over the situation, to which his gaze narrowed only slightly in response. He fought the urge to take a more defensive stance, but it would against his newly formed plan. 

He waited for her deductive abilities to be shown. He was a loner. He was not a messenger of a nother pack, not one to be trusted at least; and he wasn't trespassing. It narrowed the reasons why someone would be stalking their borders, especially one who made zero efforts in hiding themselves as he did.

At this time he watched her carefully. Her next words were crucial in hiw decision, her actions as well. A little attitude here and there wouldn't bother him. I'm certain you've been through this routine countless times before.