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He had followed the scent of Arbiter's daughter towards the borders, hoping to find her still inside the territory, especially after what had happened the last time she left. And if he found that she had gone exploring again, then he would just have to go out looking for her. If anything, he felt protective over Arbiter's children since she had always been like family to him. 

To his horror, her scent eventually mixed with the scent of a stranger, and he picked up speed, afraid of what he might find at the borders. When he arrived he took note of the situation—Haunt seemed tense, and the stranger seemed fairly calm, so he figured things hadn't escalated too much yet. 

Pheiros stopped next to his young packmate, stepping forward just a little to try and block her from the stranger a little. Whatever was going on, he still wasn't sure he should trust some random wolf at the borders. This is Legion, he told her first. Do you need something? He always found this part of border patrol so awkward. His chest tightened at just the thought of having to question the strangers he found too close. For some reason, he could never come up with anything more diplomatic than do you need something.