Noctisardor Bypass Hold on, if you're an Angel, how come you ain't got no wings?

He'd been separated from Tahoe for a while now - they'd dipped apart at the mountain, with McBride going west and St. Clair going east. Seeking out adventure and excitement. He'd gotten it with Tahoe, for the most part, but... that was never going to last forever. Not with winter encroaching and a need for a stable pack rising. 

The borders of a pack were nearby - pretty strong, too. Alexandre paused there, sniffing for a few moments, before he saw a shape lurking through the brush on the other side. 

"Hey!" he called out, ice-colored eyes scanning over the other form. "You from the pack that lives here?"

Perhaps not the best way to lead into conversation, but he had to get his attention.