Moonspear comedic timing

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thanks for joining, folks! :D I'm having a bit of a hard time keeping up with where everyone is situated, please forgive me any mistakes! Also, he’s talking to Andraste and while he may have scented Hydra and Tye, he hasn't seen them yet (dark woofs, ya'll).

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Markus found that the more he looked at what he could see of the tall range before him, the more he realized that it would take him...awhile...to get around it. A good while, too. A traitorous thought entered his brain as he slowed his pace to a halt, eyes still scanning the rock. Going through it would be much easier. He was no common loner, he'd been raised a pack wolf and he knew the usual ramifications for such an infraction. At least...he knew what they had been for those packs he had been a part of. In truth, the consequences weren't so bad – usually - and he could always claim ignorance. Or run. It wasn't the best way to make friends. Again, the inner voice nagged at him about the snow and the sleet and the devastating cold that would be soon on it's way. Did he really want to risk angering this pack or closing off communication with them?

Yet, if he could get beyond the range in a timely manner, he might find that he would have no need of them. He might even be able to find himself another loner of two, keep warm, and wait until...something...happened and he found his place. In a pack. Like this one but not this one. Maybe.

He huffed a low, annoyed noise, a single ear flicking back. He took one step toward the border, another, and then quite a few more - before he froze. As he inhaled again, the cool wind shifting, he caught the scent of another and he retracted one of those steps, nose lifting and bringing the smell to him in short, informative bursts. Well, that was cute. Not only was he not alone while he contemplated waltzing through unknown territory, whoever was there had probably also seen him doing as much. Markus scanned the immediate area quickly, retreating yet another step and turning to go when he caught sight of a pale, white, wolfish shape a small distance behind him.

He sniffed a bit more and frowned, unhappy with how this whole thing had dissolved. "Hey" he called to her - she was female, right? She smelled as much. "Nice mountain - is it yours?" his tone was casual but he watched with keen eyes, sizing her up with a detached coolness that didn't betray how his mind was turning over how to explain himself or - a more likely necessity – haul ass.