Great Bear Wilderness Nice to meet you, where you been?

The girl rose; Lazar watched as she shook herself, presumably to free her fur of debris or collected snow, or perhaps simply because it did feel good at times. Regardless, he did not spend much time analyzing it for it truly didn't matter. Now that she stood, with the moon illuminating more of her face Lazar could see the copper markings beneath her eyes that matched the copper tone of her ears, uniquely marked, making his own presumed uniqueness seem like a joke. It was she that was a unique specimen with her intriguing and facination markings that worked to make her truly distinct. Now that he had her attention, Lazar stood still, having no interest in retreating and not wishing to invade on her personal space. It was his companion whom first broke the silence between them, greeting him and followin up with a question. Lazar took to the assumption that the "Caldera" she mentioned was a pack, likely one of many in the Wilds, and found it curious that she asked that particular question first. "No," Lazar spoke, fixing her in his crystalline gaze, white girls of steam writhing forth from his lips as he spoke, caressing the cold night air with his warm breath before it dissipated into the velveteen darkness between them.

"I belong to a pack called Duskfire Glacier, far North of here," Lazar corrected her. For a moment the DeMonte was quiet, contemplative even; before his curiousity won out and got the better of him. "Why? Are you in trouble with this... Caldera or something?" It wasn't any of his business, granted, but he wasn't going to stand by and let wolves from this Caldera hassle her — providing they were hunting for her, which her automatic question left with it the impression that they very well might have been. "I'm Lazar. Lazar DeMonte, by the way." He offered by the way of an introduction.