The sterling outrider had decided to go and stretch his legs again but didn't know he had ventured this far from his territory. He was debating whether or not to explore this forest or to return home when someone made that decision for him. A flare of his nostrils and three scents drifted towards his nose. Two familiar scents and one unfamiliar. Adair and Paar. Immediately his gaze darkened, his muscles tensed as he made his way towards them, whoever that other male was.
He found them along with the stranger male, his head and tail were held high as he moved forward, brushing his flank against Paar as he took up a position in front of both Adair and Paarthurnax, distrust written in his every feature, a smirk appeared on his face, the dangerous glint in his platinum gaze. “Bonum erat ei, si homo scit quid ..." he muttered in his native tongue before staring straight at the male in front of him.
"Your name, soldier?" he asked, his tone matching the smirk on his face but anyone who knew him well would know that it meant danger and if he did not answer correctly, he would be dead or taken captive. He had used the word soldier because back in his natal roman pack, that was how they addressed members. The sterling outrider did not care whether or not he was in his territory or not, if he had did anything wrong to his packmates and family, he'd better wish he was never born.