It was colder, no, freezing here. The walls of ice that now surrounded him as he headed inside the caves, made sure of that. His pads yelled in protest as they were older and cracked, not in their best days. It was odd, even in the heat of summer these things stayed, creating a dangerous wonder that lured wolves into its death trap. The amount of twists and turns in the cavern would easily make any wolf that came in unwarily lost, and soon to die of starvation or hypothermia if they could not find their way out. This place in general was dangerous, not just the ice caves, but the territory. Rouge and Exile lands, very hostile. It was their land, like pack lands, but they had no established ranks or system. They simply lived here because they did not belong anywhere else. They were misfits and this was their land to toy with, casted aside because they were either casted aside without another glance, or chose to live alone knowing that they were never going to fit in. Pack wolves were not very welcome here, and to tread along rather carelessly in these parts would be completely idiotic. He was even on watch, his head bent lower than he would normally carry it and his ears were perked. His eyes glanced around him slowly as he walked into the icy wonderland, his breath now becoming visible against the colder air.

Coming across a fork in his path, the elder chose to go to the left first. Going to the cave wall he stood up on his hinds, using his fore-paws to scrape a marking into the wall. Dropping back into his standard position he carried on further, his tail flicking to the side then back to its still position behind him. He did this at every turn he made as he ventured further and further in. The tempter dropping more the more he went in, causing occasional shivers to go down his pelt. He was in no rush, or wasn't until he heard the echoed cry for help. It was desperate and urgent, and it sounded young too. Picking up the pace he turned from a walk into a low jog, not wanting to risk slipping this deep down. He still paused to mark his trail, but other than that he kept moving. Taking all the turns he thought were correct until he found the source of the plead. And after a few minutes he did.

She was small, a child, and was most definitely a rouge. She could not be older than a few months, about six he guessed. Flicking his ear he padded closer to her, bending his head down to become more accustomed to her height. "Lost are you, little miss?" He shook his head head softly, a small ticking noise of disapproval emitting from his mouth as his tongue flicked down a few times from the roof of his mouth. "Come now, let's get you out of here. Don't want you dying from the cold now  do we?" He turned then, heading back the way he came. Letting the little she-wolf decide to follow him. If she was smart she would, and if she didn't it was her loss. She could stay lost here if she wanted to. His green and silver brown orbs were locked forward, set on the walls of the cave looking for the marks the brute made as he kept walking forward.