[ male ] [ six ] [ mateless ] [ imprintless ] [ covet x malina ]
Again he follows things that differ, things that aren't quite but maybe were. The scent isn't strange altogether this time, but it's still a little off the beaten path. Riot is still pulled to take a look, to see who it was and take note on if there was something to learn that he hasn't already. All over the place already, he knew that was the case. It would only keep going, and eventually he'd be shut out from finding the others. When a too familiar a face, it could get that way, he was sure. His seeking of knowledge would eventually get under the skins of others and Riot would accept that when the time came. If it wasn't already starting. Here and there and everywhere.

It was wanderlust, and it couldn't be shaken. It made him continue to move and seek, to note the presence of those around him and sometimes to venture closer in hopes to learn something, anything. He wanted to know everything that he could, and if that led him into trouble -- and this time it very weel could -- then so be it. He wasn't just an observer if he needed to be more, after all. So he watches a form in the strange corridors of the maze, and he sets out to see if that one such form and who belongs to it might be lost or not. And if they knew more about this Grotto and the strange tunnels of it. If it had any stories tied to it, something to grasp at.

He had not anticipated that there would be two wolves in here, but the first had spoken up ahead of where he had begun to follow, and there was a scent that was other that made him realize she obviously was not speaking to him. She sounded much like the one alpha female with the taste for mind games, and Riot wonders if there's information here or only twisted words that gave false meaning. He waits to see what might be said further between the two, or if they would notice him lingering some paces away.