Dragoncrest Cliffs Out of Bounds

Once again he was on his way out to go search for the lost boy - and once again, he would be stopped on the way out by another. The scent of blood filled his nostrils first, carried by the ocean's breath that was slowly becoming less distracting to the senses - but it was not perfect yet. He couldn't tell what the blood was, wolf? Prey? Was it the scent of carrion carried by the breeze? And so, he ignored it for now, focussing on the pack's borders to begin his long journey to search for the lost boy. 

Annoyingly... the reason for the stench came into sight. A broken man trying to remain undercover, unseen, but for the ever guarding Rosencrantz, the suspicious behavior was quickly spotted. A single golden eye watched the man for a moment... then the direction of the borders... With a sigh and a gentle roll of his eye, the man turned to walk up to the flamekissed boy. A sharp steely stare focused solely on him. What happened? His tone was less than friendly despite his good intentions... he still had some work to do on his manners.