Dragoncrest Cliffs every war has been this one

After a tense stop by hougeda, where he head-counted the little ones and checked in with his mate to see if she needed anything of him, he was off to restlessly make his rounds. When an unfamiliar howl rose up shortly after his path having found the fringes, he moved after it with a greater precision--purpose, not just tension looking to manifest, and wondered what this could be now.

The pale wocha tailed in behind Blixen on long strides, and prepared to face the unknown wolves with his height drawn up tall. He did recognize Ajatar, though this alone lent him few explanations as he strode forward and joined the group himself. "Hei," he only greeted, and nodded to punctuate the shilkru's question while he settled in beside her--he wondered all the same, and did not want to stall any explanation here. A proper look at their company as individuals and he fought back a certain shade of suspicion wanting to prickle down the back of his neck, one hopefully misplaced.