Sawtooth Spire though i have closed myself as fingers

As of late Stag had stuck close to the den where Phaedra was, by default that brought him closer (in proximity) to Wylla. These days he was practically underfoot, though he did his best to stay innocuous and out of trouble. 

Stag was not naturally nosy, but the urgency of the call at their borders combined with the hasty departure of Wylla had him following at a distance. He disliked just about every wolf that came calling to their borders, and disliked even more any sign of disruption or tension -- in that way he was very much like Wylla, though he had not perceived it yet.  He pulled up Wylla's rear at a distance, though she would easily know he was following her by the blunder of his clownfeet. 

Fixing the stranger with a wary look, Stag wondered for her reason for being here. He assumed he would know soon enough.