Since his meal in the grotto, he had taken to expanding the energy in search of the leader wolf. He had only the faintest ideas where to look, having returned to where they had met and traveled together. Eventually, he had taken back to basking as the spring sun warmed the dark of his fur. It was an easy life if only because he had the luxury of getting away with it. Only, not for long for it seemed she, too, had been searching albeit more proactively. Her call was a welcome sound and he did not hesitate to howl back in response, a deep and baritone voice that sent a nearby bird into the air.
He had to admit that he felt a pang of frustration that she had been so quick though; when he had arrived at her initial place of summoning, she had seemingly moved on. He huffed, the fur along his back arched in agitation, before his nose traced along the path of her pawprints; he clambered over log and stone and through half-melted snow for some time before he spotted her. She had called out and yet this time he remained silent, a fleeting moment of revenge if you would. In any case, she had taken up residence beneath the fir and so, he had moved in a wide arc so that he might approach unseen from behind. She had called but she hadn't dictated how he ought to respond, right?
He smirked at his own game as he moved closer and closer on wide strides. Only when he was close enough to see the glint of light in her fur did he make a sound, a deep gutteral growl that seemed to hiss out between his teeth like a pur. He stood atop the stone and roots of the tree, above her but for a moment before he stepped down to meet her eyes. "Hope you haven't been having too much fun without me."