He saw her ready posture and prepared himself for the worst. It never came. Instead, he was impressed that a wolf from the Dahlia territory actually prostrated herself before him. Had he been more concerned with his rank, as he had been when he first arrived in Nova Scotia, he would've seen this as proper. But since he was slowly coming to the realization that he was no longer a chief-to-be--unofficially, although it would be official soon enough--it didn't please or bother him as much as it once would've. His form relaxed as the female told him that she meant him no harm, lowering his picket fence straight fur and curling his lip back over his teeth. Still, his eyes kept their powerful glow, even as the defensive and menacing aura dispersed.
He let out an audible sigh of relief when she stated that they were not in the Dahlia territory itself, but south of it. Good thing too; he had been heading north, so if this wolfess had not stopped him, he would've probably overstepped the boundaries again and really would've been a dead man. What would he tell Strel then? That would be breaking two promises; he would never let himself rest in the afterlife if he did that. Rubbing the back of his head with the other hand firmly on a hip, Noss scrambled for something to say. The only thing that seemed right, at the moment was an apology. "Sorry," he said in his gruff voice, looking away from the female. "Thought I was back in your territory. I'll believe you." Somewhat. After his first experience, Noss would be a fool to fully trust any Dahlian on sight or first impression in any way, shape, or form again. "Ethereal Eclipse, huh?" He looked around the dead yet still oddly dense forest--the tangling tree branches, the evergreens, the rocks, the lack of light--and vaguely remembered Ralla telling him that that was indeed the name of the forest. Hopefully she was still in the forest's vicinity, although he didn't know just how far and wide the territory expanded. With his tracking skills...the chances of finding her were getting slimmer and slimmer. He could've howled and waited for her to come, but since he then knew that he was so close to Dahlia's borders, he didn't want to alert a patrol party and have him discovered. No, that wouldn't do at all. "I'm trying to get somewhere. Could you point me in the direction of Cour des Miracles...?" Logic dictated that if Ralla couldn't find him and he couldn't find her, the common point of meeting would be the Cours territory. Nevermind that even if he got started on his way there, he'd probably get lost on the way...
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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