and my soul is just a silhouette [pack search party]

[size=medium]Once the female broke into her search, Nakai followed suit. His graphite muzzle sunk low, prodding and searching every inch of the expanse of tussock and rush-plants before his paws for clues. His scouring at first was without result until a distinct smell caught in his nostrils and his head shot up. The scent was strange to the grey male, curiously familiar in it's core. Wolf, not from the Ankyran shores but wolf nevertheless. Male and lacking the softer notes that the scent of a young one typically possessed. Nakai gazed around to find Caiaphas gazing off into the distance, frozen in a stiff pose. The sheer sight of the the darker female in her imposing stance and alarming gaze was enough to awaken a primal urge in the grey male - the urge to war, to fight or hunt, to protect or punish. She commanded respect and thus commanded his limbs to follow whatever order she might give.
He found himself wandering closer, a look of strict composure on his features as he approached and he heard her hiss.
"He left his scent behind, the stranger."
It was neigh unbearable. Every fibre of his being was strung high and aching to set off to recover the lost pup that made up half of their pack's young in an effort to protect and serve. He was by no means longing for conflict, but the sheer tension of the situation was enough to spur his most animalistic and feral instincts. He wondered if this was how Spyridon had felt when he himself had trespassed upon pack lands before being permitted to join their ranks. If so, he owed the dark male an apology.[/size]