Duskfire Glacier it's been a long season through

the call for him is short and comes from iana. it holds upon it hints of urgency that cause the tundrian to abandon the herd's movements he was tracking and shift paths; altering his steps so they take him away from the herd and towards his gamma. as he nears he catches the scent of another, of a stranger alongside iana's own and though it is evident that iana has escorted the woman there is still a slight bristle of his hackles anyway.

as a pack he is not feeling the leniency as he had before; and the instinct to protect his territory and his wolves comes in a strong wave that the scarred feverkissed king must temper down.

iana, he greets in a soft rasp. what's going on? he inquires; allowing her to provide him with the details he is missing.