Sleepy Fox Hollow gain no strength from counting the beads on a rosary

The woman spoke with tones which shed no light on the intensity of the emotion within, nor the conflict between the two. Rian did not read into it; he presumed them to be the leaders (correct), and their relationship, like their pack, stable (incorrect). But his own eyes shifted, briefly flashing across her face, and then to the trampled snows underfoot. "No one here, no. I caught your scent downwind, and thought to ingratiate myself with an offering of game, but the recent snows have sent them all to ground," he admitted with a wry twist of his inky lips. 

And now to Mahler, though he did not point his muzzle in the direction of one or the other, addressing them both equally: "Rian Frostfur."