Sorry this took me so long :X
Travelling around Cour des Miracles...had not been as easy as Noss had insisted to himself it would be. He had arrived back in the territory to stay with Strel for awhile--eager to, he found--and had sort-of patched things up a little with the tailor. But he had gone out to hunt--he needed to, no way around it--and had found himself quite lost. Still in the territory, but completely not where he needed to be. In all honesty, the last few days of tension--not just with Strel, but of finally finding his sister, of the reality that he would have to return to the Crescent Moon Pack and tell his father that he wasn't going to stay...--had left him pacing the rooms of the Chien more frequently than he would've liked. He need to move, however unwise that was for his particular navigational situation.
He came to a large clearing fenced in by far-off mountains and the sea, a large building made of wood dead center with the tell-tale scents of horses present. As well as another wolf. While Noss had, on principle, ignored and stayed out of the way of Strel's pack members, he was not going to just wander around aimlessly until they sent out a damned search party. He walked to the building, two rabbits in hand, and saw the female wolf leaning on the side of the barn. She was tall and well-muscled for a female, and had a golden fur that stood out plainly against the snow. At first, he was at a loss at how to introduce himself; 'tact' was not exactly his forte, as he had painfully learned over the course of his life. Did it change anything? Nope.
"Hey," he said rather brusquely, leaving it off there. Well, how am I supposed to ask? 'I'm lost, can you please lead me back to the Chien?' Yeah, that'd go over well. He was not some timid puppy, and asking to be led someone in such a fashion would've done a number more to his ego than he was prepared to handle; especially after the past two months. He was coming to the point where he just needed to keep moving--if to just release the stress and extra energy--even if he knew situations like the one he was currently in would coincide with the activity. He stood apart from the female--a respectable distance, none too presuming of his rank as stranger--although he kept his high head and pride.
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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