Stone Circle Scooty woop.

Skáld's teeth caught on his lip when he closed his mouth and tilted his head to the side. He was still learning the common tongue, but something about the way that this wolf spoke sounded different to him. It was easily forgiven, considering the fact that he too spoke the common tongue with an accent, though he did find her a bit harder to understand than most. She spoke loudly enough, though- but it took him a minute or two of nodding gently while he processed what he'd heard, and tried to figure out what it was she'd said. 

"Towee?" He repeated, hoping he'd at least caught her name correctly. His tail waved, gently, in an apology. He was relieved that she was fine, though he'd obviously ruffled her a bit by asking. Maybe he should've kept his concern to himself. Perhaps that was how she preferred to howl...He hated to think he might've insulted her just because of the way she spoke, when he struggled with the language so much himself. 

He tensed as she sniffed the air, and wetted his nose so he could scent as well. Had she smelled another predator? His ears swiveled, but he couldn't pick up on anything suspicious. He looked back to her to gauge what it was that had caught her attention. 

Figment Redhawk.

He stilled, and his expression fell. A blanket of heavy reluctance fell across him, making his eyes seem dimmer as he lowered them to stare hard at the ground. His ears turned outwards and while he knew he should be honest, he wanted very much to tell her he wasn't there, and that she should just go away and take Fig with her. Once she found out she was a grandmother, she'd surely want to stay- and insert herself into the family he'd once had with Tauris. 

He shrugged one shoulder. Tauris had chosen Figment, and with him now came the rest of his family, apparently. It was just more reason for him to give up on Tauris, and leave her to her newfound family. A better one, a bigger one, one that was more whole. 

"Yeah." He muttered. He looked back up to her, though with his muzzle pointed down still, he now peered up at her through the curly fringe at his brow. "Fig here."