Fraser frowned as he kept walking through the snowy woods. He was pretty sure he was lost. That was not a normal state of affairs for him. Not by any stretch of the imagination. He knelt down for a moment to pat Diefenbaker. "Don't suppose you have any ideas." The wolf just looked at him and whined. "Of course not." He had never experienced any sensation like the one that struck them moments before he found himself here. Without any footsteps left behind him to show where he had come from or any markings he could find to get his bearings and directions from. The loss of the footprints could easily be due to the snow, but he was thrown and concerned about being lost. In snowy desolate lands like this it could quickly and easily become life threatening.

That was when he heard the voices. He stood up and brushed the snow off his pants then headed quickly in that direction, his white wolf Diefenbaker next to him. He thought he might hear wolves as well, other less friendly wolves, which was something to worry about. Well there was safety in numbers. He waved to the people the moment he saw them, calling out. "Hello there!" But then he got close enough to notice the young woman's lack of clothing. He slipped slightly with a sudden stop. "Oh!" Benton flushed embarrassed and turned around so his back was to the woman, politely giving her a chance to get clothed. "Ah, my apologies. I hadn't realized you were..." he faltered for a polite phrasing to use. "Well, um, yes, sorry."