Bovinari trotted throughout the area with slow footsteps, his dark nose quivering as the male scented for herbs. His large ears were perked to listen for any dangers, be in another wolf, or a bear, anything worth running from. The healer could defend himself sure, but it wasn't his expertise. The average sized brute continued to trot as he searched carefully for the required flowers, plants, etc. After a few moments he saw nothing but a layer of snow covering everything. The male started to become agitated, he was a healer, he needed the herbs so he could do his job, but none were showing themselves! What was he supposed to do now, lick it all better? He was on the verge of throwing a fit before a familiar scent wafted over to him. His ears twitched as he lifted his muzzle from the ground. He padded carefully foward before smelling the scent of blood. He quickly trotted forward, his eyes spotting the fur of his clanmate.
Bovinari walked towards the female, his eye wide and as cold as the snow by his feet. His tail stayed out moderately high behind him, he was more dominant than the omega as a healer. He knew his place in a pack, he had learned quickly. He also recognized the she wolf as omega he had seen around camp, or more like smelled, his face neutral. "Hello, how are you doing? I see you've caught a rabbit?" He said in a monotone voice, his normal voice deep yet smooth. He puffed out his chest slightly, watching her every move. Bovinari acted neutrally toward most of his clanmates; he was a very passive wolf. He preferred not to meddle in other peoples affairs. Why take on more problems than he needed to especially if the other wolf didn't want him to?