He did not spend all of his time in Spirane. He was enjoying his new found freedom, even though it had been a time now. He had been somewhat...wary of exploring, not wanting to run in with the wrong crowd. But he was feeling a little more confident today. He felt revitalized with the fall air and after a drink from a cool stream. He felt he could handle it, and thus his brown paws lifted and carried him, through the riverside and past the crags.

As he was wandering past the crags, he heard the sound of a howl echoing from a place most...odd. His ears lift as he drinks in the sound, and he feels uneasy. His brows furrow as he takes a few steps around rocks, to see in the distance the mouth of what he would one day know as the grotto. He saw the movement of a wolf entering. His head lifted as he watched, wondering what might be happening and what that howl really meant. He loped forward, until he was closer to the mouth of the grotto.

He peered around, looking at the darkened entrance. It was an odd feeling being here, and he felt his dark hairs standing on end. He felt as if he should not be here, that he needed to go back to Spirane and stay there for a while. And yet, something drew him in further. He takes a step closer, a step in where the air feels damp and dark. He pauses his light steps as he hears the voice of another male. His voice seems threatening and Rollo finds his black and tan hackles tingling and raising like sharp pinnacles.

He breaks past the darkness and into the grotto, seeing the little crowd that came into view. There was a rather mangled white wolf before him- and he felt his heart go out to him. It was more than apparent that the brown male was the one who spoke poorly to the white male, as the others around seem to only be female. He lifts his head, stepping forward to directly confront Shivershade. His golden orbs were confident, and his frame was set to place himself between Shivershade and the white wolf.

"What's it to you, hm? If you are hungry- go hunt for yourself. Shouldn't be a problem for you, right?" he said with strong baritone vocals, soothing and yet enough to rumble like a storm brewing in the distance. He dare to look at Shivershade in the eyes, observing him carefully. There was something he did not like about Shivershade- something that was reminiscent of the kind he escaped from. Perhaps that is why he stands here, in front of strangers, ensuring he will not bother anyone with any malicious intent.