Whitefish River Forever Wandering

His different colored eyes, shoot to the bear the shows behind him. An immediate denial upon his grizzly lips, Elijah cocks a brow. Then automatically turns an eye to the one he called ma’am, almost expecting her to come to his defense. 

Cross was not aware that he’d crossed their borders, the trail of scents is almost nonexistent where they stand. Of course he knew he was close to the packs territory, but has no knowledge of being in it. If anything he must’ve been teetering on the edge. The massive man had come mid conversation, unbeknownst to what transpired previously. If Cross is honest, he believes his behavior is quite polite upon realizing he’s mistakenly crossed the thin line that is their borders.

More interested in finding out what happened to be thrown into these foreign lands, he hums in acknowledgment to the chocolate male. “As you say.” His heterochromatic eyes gaze to each of them before finally settling on the female for the briefest moment. For a second, he contemplates grabbing the fish to be petty, but he doesn’t find the act taking him anywhere productive. In turn he ignores the fish, turning his back on them as his next plan to leave.