The caves had become a rich site for loners without a backup plan. It meant that it gave Thorne new hunting grounds with which to spy and gather intel. Among other things. The winter fight with Azariah had left him distinctly unsatisfied for many weeks now and the roiling bloodlust in his veins was easy to rise - yet now was not the time to succumb to such things. He was beginning his plan, putting together pieces on a chess board. There was no end in sight, for now, but it was a beginning nonetheless, and beginnings needed middle pieces before any finishes could be had. Thus he ambles beneath the groaning trees, their new shoots rustling amid an onslaught of violent rain. It soaks his silky figure, making the silver of his muzzle and the spot on his cowlick darken.

Recently he had passed through this way and caught the scent of a stray. He had trailed it to a makeshift den of sorts hidden in one of the crags many caves but had been too distracted to stick around and wait for the occupant to return. With his mind churning and needing something to focus upon, it is where he finds himself now, the wet mud soaking into his paws as he meanders in the general direction until lightning flashes to reveal the rocky side.

The entrance seems lonely and with a slight fanged grin, Thorne approaches until he sticks his head directly inside, charcoal eyes adjusting fast to spy two different colored eyes peering from the inside. The first notion he gets is that this wolf is starving, judging by the way his cheeks seem sunk into his bones and his skinny body presses into itself as if to gather warmth. "Well, well," Blackthorne speaks, his voice silky and arrogant. "All alone I see? Well, I think I shall join you." There is a whisper of violence in that voice, a threat, as he steps further inside; Possum was not small in stature but with his malnutrition he is slimmer now than Thorne.

Thorne had spent many days fighting and eating, and simply growing, and his body is built with strength from his ministrations. He stares down at the boy now, one tip of his tooth appearing in his traditional smile, the wickedness in his eyes growing. "You've been here a good while now, boy. Not lonely for a pack yet, are you?"