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The sound of a voice, and then sighting those daffodil-yellow eyes set in a dark face, earned a small nod and a grunt from Glaukos while Tiuttuk made their approach. She looked to be slightly distracted and Glaukos looked around, but having not seen any sign of threats so far in his patrol he made the obvious assumption that it was a woman thing and as such, more than explained any flightiness of the younger wolf.

There really aren't a lot of you, eh. He remarks in his low, brooding way. It was only a confirmation of what she had already shared with him the last time they had spoken. By now he had drowned out the scent of the other men simply because he was so attentive to his work, and any sign of Sialuk which might have coexisted there—very old already—was replaced by Tiuttuk behind him. This fact he had not yet noticed yet.

He wondered, —at what point do y'think it best to leave the mountain? Your... grandmother, she lives close, right? Across the glen. He nosed at the soil a little bit, finding a patch of snow that had not yet melted fully in the shadow of some pine trees. Trying to be conversational while seeking information was not exactly the most subtle tactic, but Glaukos' social skills had never been very good.