Stavanger Bay First Dip

As he stood by the borders, waiting patiently, someone did answer. But not someone from within the supposed pack lands beyond. An ear shifted to the side, receptive of the words the stranger offered. After a beat, Yanna turned his head to look at the older, white male who had appeared. The expression he wore was neutral, as if his face might as well be made out of stone, his eyes blank.

He blinked, canting his head just so. "How do you know?" He rumbled. The question was merely that - a question. There was nothing behind it that hinted he doubted the other wolfs knowledge. Yanna, being as straightforward as he was, wanted the facts. "Were you one of them?" He prompted, as just then a light breeze he should be appreciative of blew by. Enough to tickle his nose, to bring the stale scent of faded wolf urine. The stranger was right. This pack was crumbling.