Shaddix was not expecting company, not so quickly at least. He had been perfectly content to scope things out regarding the pack to the south, as well as the plains to the north without actually interacting with anyone. It was not that he was an antisocial beast, but rather some things did not always draw is eye in the expected manner.

The pale wolf maintain his general northward travel, taking his time as he went. His nose twitched slightly as he dear nearer to Asteraia. The invisible border stayed his paw for the time being. Rather, he decided to venture around nearby. Perhaps he might garner something through observation. The scent marked there was not familiar to him, though he could tell of his father's passing. That said something for the present leader. Either they didn't care, or they condoned their sort. It was a reasonable assumption to make.

Shaddix's ears flicked at a sound. He turned quickly, fangs bared for a moment at the woman as she dared approach. His emerald eyes locked onto Kattari, scanning her just as much as she was looking him over. Unlike the she-wolf, he did not see any familiarity. Rather, he saw a capable fighter who clearly had come out on top given she was still alive given the various state of healing of some of her wounds: fresh scars, deeper wounds still with scabs. That was far more interesting than the female herself.

The bared fangs were only visible for a fraction of a second. Shaddix still remained vigilant as she drew nearer. The white and russet marked male flashed a fearsome grin. "No point in walking around if you don't have one," he said, still gauging her presence. "Since we are talking purposes. What can you tell me of the plains?" he inquired, gesturing in the general direction she had come from. He was curious, after all, of what had become of his birth pack.