Since finding himself a place in Asteraia Dirk had found that he was settling quite nicely. It was good to have a purpose once more, to be able to wake each morning with something to do other than wander aimlessly. There were borders to patrol and hunting to be done. Perhaps he’d even try his paw at recruiting a few more able bodied souls to the laird’s cause. Today, however, was a patrol day. He’d not yet chosen a specific way to serve his new home and his new leader, but until there were more bodies to fill the needs, he would do what was needed, when it was needed.

Perhaps once he’d finished scouting the borders he would veer south and seek out his wee shadow. He’d not seen her in some time and he felt honor bound to check on her well being after the winter, especially with rumors of nasty weather in her general area. He wouldn’t lose another soft-minded female to his own negligence. Mind made up to make a visit, he turned his attention to the task at hand. He’d make his rounds then check in with Arturio to see if there was anything else that was needed before seeing to his self appointed duty of looking after the poor, mad little lady.

Every now and then, the pale-faced brute would stop and check to make sure that Art’s scent markings were in place and not challenged by any interloper. All seemed well and good so far, though as the wind cut through the hills a scent caught his attention, fresh and carrying with it the undertones of Asteraia. A pack member was out...alone? With the state that things were in after the takeover of Iromar and with Arturio’s pack rule being so fresh and their numbers rather low, it was unwise for anyone to go out alone. Naturally he considered himself an exception being the natural warrior type and more than capable of caring for himself.

Following the scent he picked up the trail and decided that it would be best just to check on the lass. The last thing they needed was for one of those dastardly fellows from Iromar to snatch up their women. Given that the land he came from, raids weren’t uncommon it was a very serious concern. The very last thing Arturio needed was to appear weak for being unable to protect his women. With a determined grunt, Dirk broke into a lope and followed the trail. It didn’t take him long to come across the errant pack mate and he slowed his approach at the sight of her. She was a strange, willowy creature and like most women, she looked as though she might tumble away if he sneezed in her direction.

Shaking off the hesitance her strange, fragile appearance gave him, Dirk jogged after her, trying his best not to look stern but not really succeeding. ”Lass, are ye alone out here?” He knew she was but asked anyway.