It's a long road

He listened whilst she spoke, the cautionary talk of trespassing was noted however any further thoughts were discarded at her weak attempt to recruit him. His chestnut eyes passed between the two as the exchanged silent communication. The painted male let out a small snort at the idea of joining a pack, but he would at least humour the idea.

"and why would I join your pack?" his attention equally divided between the two. He was a wanderer so far as he had lived. Pack life wasn't much of a consideration and so far he had no desire to join one, especially one he just randomly stumbled across whilst climbing some unknown, frozen mountaintop.