Silver Moraine tell me, mockingbird

it is not long that he sees a herculean man come ripping down the glacierside for him. in preparation for being assailed, he loosens and lets his shoulders square. paws scrabbling upon the rock and ice.
it does not come. only questions. he sees the tail stoic in the air like a flag and masa lets cool, calm eyes then probe upon the face of the warrior. you are alpha here? comes his stagnant question. so he is.
masa looks briefly to their surroundings. scenting the crisp air. @Kukutux of moonglow sends me. she says that there is a man in these lands by the name of cen who once committed crimes against her people. judgement was passed, but she fears he does not lay dormant. masa informs.
tall legs hoisting up his athletic frame, feeling a burn in the scars now that decorate his gunmetal pelt. i am to find and speak with him. to ensure he will not seek out the moonwoman's family and bring harm in vengeance.
he gauges the reaction of this man. he takes a shallow breath, and then: do you know this cen? then, a raised brow as masa takes a questioning step. are you cen?