With Joxer leaving Jaxxon had tried to be a little more dutiful with his duties of the pack. He'd woken up early to traipse the borders and piss on trees, freshening up the border markers since he didn't remember the last time it was done, he'd made it mostly around the borders with his head heavy with thoughts of them all.

Freya...

Kaida...

Joxer...

Even Jada hung in the thick air of his brain as he pressed on and on for them... At least two of them were still here with him, god's knew what the fuck would happen next with them but he decided he'd press onwards with himself and shove them back into their card catalogue. The winds shifted, the air wrapped around his nostrils and he was smacked with the scents of another...

But before he could say or do anything a form began bounding towards him. Jaxxon felt his hackles raise along his creamy colored scruff in defensive nature, his eyes narrowed for a moment before he noticed the waving duo-toned plume above the strangers hips. Jaxx relaxed a little bit and chuckled before he pulled himself up to his full height, he shied away from the man slightly to avoid a collision and smirked at him in amusement.

I'm Jaxxon... Who're you...? The leader questioned with a raise of one of his chocolate eyebrows. He surely was meant to be here, but what about this monochrome man that had just suddenly appeared in their forests? One who smelled heavily of spices and herbs... It reminded him much of Freya, El and Jazz...