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It was high time the redhead leave his silly rooms in the Hotel and do his duty. It was the least he could do; patrolling the borders was nothing, not when he had nothing to really do after the anniversary party a couple of days prior. Besides, his legs were going get all stiff and thin if he did not stretch them and taste the fresh air outside. No wonder there were so many fat humans back in the day, if the old photographs were anything to go by. Being inside, out of the weather, was a guarantee of getting fat. Though Strel did wonder where exactly they got their food, but that was beside the point. He could not very well ask a human; they were all dead.

He did not expect to find much, since he never did find anything. Not that he actually bothered to patrol all that often. Actually, Strel did not really know if he was obligated to or not, but he figured, hey, what the hell? If there was an enemy at the borders, he would make a loud enough ruckus to get the strong people in to attack for him. Three years old and still the biggest pansy the sun ever did see.

His lazy stroll was just that, an easy walk. As the redhead was not expecting anyone, his gait was easy, hands absently touching the leaves. That was when the smell hit him. Not like a ton of bricks, mind, but as something unfamiliar and foreign. It was not familiar in any way. It did not smell of Inferni; he knew that smell. It did not smell of Crimson Dreams, or of Aniwaya, but the latter was a fading scent in his memory. Maybe it was one of the other two? Dahlia or Phoenix? Well, he knew he had to check it out. He was here. He might as well.

It was a stranger, that was obvious if the scent did not give it away. Lavender hued eyes watched the young female from a short distance. What kind of threat would she be? She was probably just another joiner. Huffing, he broke through the brush and through the distance. "Hello there, young one. You know where you stand, right?" It was odd, seeing a wolf in her lupus form, when everyone ran in their Optime more often than not here. Maybe she had not shifted yet?

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So polite for her age. That was unusual, but Strel had an uncanny ability to confuse plenty of aspects of life. His idea of young pushed a year old, where he was barely three. He eyed her, wondering what a young thing like her was doing so far from whatever place she called home. Surely, her parents had to be around here? Maybe she was lost? "Have you lost your parents?" he inquired, crouching near her, hands on his khaki covered legs. Strel could not fault her for wandering into the kingdom, not if she was lost. He himself had purposefully trespassed to join, but he did not know what the young female wanted. It did not seem like she had any parents with her, for she was not confused and desperate enough to be separated from them.

Technically, the redhead could do little more than question Ever, since he was not in a rank to do more than that. His opinion was not yet fully trusted, and the redhead was not about to push his luck. He did not want to risk bringing her to the kingdom's territory. It was best for a leader to evaluate this. Rising stiffly (it seemed any time he bent his legs, his knees grew stiff), Strel howled out, trying to reach one of those of the Court or the House. Hopefully, it would be one of the ones he knew well enough. Strel was not afraid of his King, it was just that he did not know him. But, maybe, it would be a good chance to make a good impression. Settling back to Ever, the man turned his grin on her. "Well, what do you plan to do then, now that you're on the Kingdom's borders?" Simple enough for the moment, right?

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The poor thing, he tittered to himself, wondering what brought her here so far out of the way of anything. Really, there was nothing here. Strel was not exactly the most gentle of people, but he was a far shot nicer than he thought he was. There was little reason for him to get angry, because the child could not answer him concisely, in the manner he wanted. Everyone was a shy, little kid once. But if she did not answer him, he could do next to nothing for her with no information. No one in their right mind would take her in instantly without something to go by. She might be young, but who knew? She could be a budding murderess.

"You're tired, but I do need to know just a bit more than that, sweetie." Strel gazed at her, lavenders eyes waiting for her to look up at him; he was trying hard to be close to eye level for her. "Do you need shelter? Are you running from something?"

Strel listened, as he should. His knees felt stiff again, but he did not move his gaze nor his body too much. Seeming shifty was not a good idea, or so he assumed. Also looked worried did not help, so he kept his face as even as he could. But her story was pretty depressing; it was hard to keep a poker face. Nodding along where he could, he marveled that the kid managed to survive somehow without her mother to guide her. That was a feat, certainly. But the problem now was not her past or her intentions, but what he was to do and what he was to tell who of the Court or House joined him.

Ears flattening slightly, the redhead wanted to pat the child on the back, but it was unwise. That much he knew. He was a stranger and it was not appropriate. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? There was never a "Greeting Strangers 101" seminar. "That is hard, for any age," he said, not knowing what kind of thing to say to comfort the child. She looked like she needed food on top of sleep. Maybe Alaine could help her; she was more knowledgeable on this sort of thing. Or maybe he could take her to Ayita, who had kids of her own and would know how to handle another. He was not cut out to be a father just yet. "I can't do much for you right now, sweetie, but if you can hang on for a little bit, someone much more important than me will show up to figure this out."