Stone Circle These aren't my people

Noticing the lack of footsteps to follow and hesitation in Evergreen's voice, Ira slowed her pace as she looked back only to stop in her tracks.

"Ira, there’s something I have to tell you."

Why wasn't he following? Deep down a part of her had a feeling she knew why he refused to step past the border. The man before her no longer smelled like Easthollow, instead of his pelt mingled with various scents that could only be others. Perhaps even the wolves he met on his adventure. But, Ira pressed to be an optimist, You can't tell me as we walk?