The leaves had fallen, most of them if not all. The large black wolf was alone once more. Not greeted by the serenading call of his lover, nor the cheeky barks of his old Apprentice. He had met just one other rogue, a pup. She was wild and care-free, a little too much to be living outside of pack life. The male had grown accustomed to staying to himself. He did not want anyone to know where he was, not even Striker. If anything happened to that boy because of him, Samael would never forgive himself. The loner made his way from the abandoned dens area. He could tell a few of them did look lived in, but it was not ideal for all of the rogues to live together. Was that what he was now? A rogue or an exile? Which would be the title he would share with others he found? A rogue could literally be anyone, but an exile meant you were not one to tamper with. He held his head high as he wandered from the safety he called home. He made his way to a new territory he had not seen yet. It was colder here, and not too far from here, he looked before him. He stared out to the large mass before him. The entrance was rather large, and beyond it, it seemed like a never ending black hole of nothingness and ice. But as Samael stared, he saw something quite peculiar. A wolf was emerging from a water source, perhaps a stream or river. It entered the cave mouth and he quirked his head to the side.

What strange wolf would go into a cold place while soaked in water? The exiled wolf stared to him, watching his every move. Was this wolf to be trusted? Samael was unsure, but he did know that in these caves, he could find out more and still be safe from harm. As he drew closer, he sniffed the area. This male was not tied to any pack, probably had never been. He scent was strange, filthy, almost rotting it seemed. It was not something this male was used to. Still, he wanted to know more about this wolf. Perhaps the loneliness was really wearing thin on his mind. He stepped closer and closer until he was in the entrance. He sniffed longer before entering. What path had he taken? Samael stared to the ground and followed the path of dripping water. That would be the way to find the male. He walked carefully, keeping his balance the best he could.

Wandering into the cavern of ice, Samael was careful on his paws. His large feet had a tendency to slip on ice as it was not common for him to be walking on such surface. He was careful, but not too obvious about his moves. The Exile moved carefully, looking from side to side. It was not long before a voice echoed among the walls. For the first moments it was hard to tell where it came from. The voice could have come from many different areas, and he was all too unsure. Samael spoke not a word, just stopped in his tracks and listened. Soon the wolf presented himself to the other. It was an interesting looking wolf. It was missing one ear, for the most part. His form was a little strange because of the missing ear. It was an interesting look and he supposed it had an even more interesting story to go along with it. Samael spoke not a word still, not until the male came incredibly close to him, far too close for his comfort. But Samael still did not stir. His paws were planted firmly on the ground, not allowing anything to sway or change in him. "Last time I checked this lands do not pertain to any sense of privacy. They are free to be wandered along no matter who you are... Unless you are a pack wolf looking to create a pack of your own. Then I give you this advice. This is not the place for such actions. I suggest you take your little idea up to Erenyx borders themselves and call the Alpha to battle you." Samael stared into the eyes of the male before him. Was he flirting with him? The thought crossed his mind, but he knew it impossible. No male would ever throw such flirts towards Samael. It was obvious he was male, a very large and powerful brute. He would not play such games or allow any wolf to think he preferred those of his own gender. "Have you ever heard of the term 'personal space'? Or do you choose to invade it s closely on purpose? I am not the wolf to pick a fight with."