The sound of the voices grew to be accompanied by the that of wolfs feet upon the shore. Caan angled an ear to catch the sound of his name, as well as the voice it was spoken by. With a short-tempered huff he resolutely remained sprawled across the ground until the women did in fact ultimately stop in his vicinity. Pushing himself into a sit, Caan turned his icy gaze first to Iglux̂, eyes narrowing as she switched to the caribou tongue. With an irritably twitch of his ears, Caan turned his sharp gaze to the Dawnbreak wolf.

His first impression of Euphemia is simple. She greets him, simply enough, but her eyes reached for Iglux̂. The crying wind woman was the only reason she was here after all, he had no doubt that the woman mainly wished to maintain her bond with Iglux̂. Not to help him. Not that he could be helped anyway. He glanced once more to Iglux̂. She knew that it couldn't be fixed.

A poor friend you are to waste this woman's time. His voice is cold, barbed words readied in moments. Returning his focus to Euphemia, in common did the young wolf now speak. Whatever Iglux̂ told you, you can't fix anything. Go home.