Porcupine Ridge catcalls and mercy blows

Hope it's okay to throw this brute in :)

It was with a trepidation and unease that Reyson traveled from Mereo. He would be leaving in a few days for Akashingo. He had not had a chance to speak with Meadow, and he found it hurt alittle. He wanted to say goodbye to her, but he was unsure how. No matter what he did, she was going to worry. It was the way she was. She would worry after his health, his mental stability the other wolves there and what he maybe doing. And though it was unfair of her to hold him to the truths that sh eknew of men she had loved, he could understand why too. And that was the quandary.

He was thrown from his thoughts by the youngling moving through the underbrush. He moved closer, a sense of unease skittering along his spine. He was old enough to be on his own, if he had to guess, but he probably shouldn't be. Though he had been. The voice whispered in his ear. Should he just let the youth go on his way?

He chuffed to get the other's attention and then stood at attention, ears forward, blue eyes assessing.