The fur along his spine rose in seconds when the cloud of frost and fresh snow knew he was being watched. Ears tweaked forward. He adopted a neutral stance, but kept his bad side out of reach.

Something he had learned quickly how to do. He always was wary of others even those in his own pack. And he remembered only that those that were supposed to protect you, could be the ones to wound you.

But he couldn't answer you why, but he supposed it probably had something to do with his life altering scars now, that he couldn't remember how they came to be.

He did not know this wolf, but he smelled like Nyra as Adlartok should as well. Adlartok waited. This man had chuffed first so he had stopped. He'd let him speak first. And then Artok would determine how to answer.

A dip of large head. Golden eyes leaping to others face and down again. Ears twitched.