Arturio had attempted to get close, attempted to grab the boy and another female. If he had been able to get one of them, he would have counted this venture as successful. However, the white male had not quite been so lucky. The silver female had stirred and been aware of his presence before he'd been able to get close enough. It was worth a shot though. Indeed, he was even prepared for possible consequences to his actions. His tail flicked as he moved somewhat briskly back towards the east, weaving through the trees in an attempt to shake his tail.
He might not have been successful, but one thing that seemed consistent. Blackthorne's wolves were not subtle in their tracking abilities. So instead, he managed to get himself far enough ahead, even under the awareness that he was being followed and paused in the fields. It was open and made his large form hard to miss. A late summer breeze jostled his thick white coat as he kept his back to his follower. The female he had thought to bring with him anyway. So perhaps this was not a completely lost venture. He might be able to get something out of the situation.
He waited quietly for her to catch up, turning only when he heard the movement of another wolf through the tall grass.