The peppered male kept his nose close to the ground as he continued to approach to the invisible line that separated the pack's territory for the rest of the Wilds. He had begun to loose the hope he would run into someone, and while his pace had slowed down he was beginning to formulate the explanation he would give his superiors when he returned. He could have turned around and seek out Scimitar or the newly appointed Beta himself, but honestly he could not stand a second more standing on this ground.
He had to give himself a break from the confinement of his den and most important of all, of his own mind.
Suddenly, he was intercepted by a voice that despite sounding familiar, didn't bring out a name in the male's mind. He turned around quickly, and as soon as he recognized the dark-haired woman he allowed his features to curve into a pleasant smile that despite being short-lived showed the female the real pleasure he felt of being able to meet her finally. "In fact I was, I'm planning to head over to the Flatlands for a bried expedition" he barked feeling the small snowflakes begin to fall again on top of his fur.
"If everything goes right I'll be back in two or three days," he barked with a gentle dip of his nose. He knew that after what had happened to Bazi and the current situation with the Bypass and Shadow's unborn children the disappereance of another member however brief would not be ideal -- but he could not help himself. He had to get out for the sake of his own mind -- he was less useful to the pack with his troubled thoughts anyways.
"I'm seeking to persue my Naturalist trade" he explained, in case the female would ask for the reason of his sudden trip plans.
