It was with a great deal of swagger in his step that Chaos approached the boundaries of yet another pack. He had sworn not to do the whole... alpha diplomacy shit again after the annoyances he went through before, but having a pack out there that was essentially a complete unknown to him made him wary. It bothered the hell out of hm, frankly. Another bit of his mother in him... well to be honest both his parents... he just couldn't leave things alone. So with his own curiosity getting the better of him he had set out for this unfamiliar southern continent and it's mysterious pack. Just having the chance to peek at some of the new lands had been pretty entertaining so far, so he counted the whole trip worth it just for that. Whether the unknown alpha would be interesting remained to be seen but the sightseeing had put him in a pretty forgiving mood so it couldn't be too bad. Pausing to relieve himself just on the inside of one of the border markers - hey, it had been a long trip, man needs to pee sometime - he took the time to peer over the border at the strange hulking stone shape of some sort of ancient structure, even bigger than the barn on Imperium's old territory, or any of the remaining ruins on the stone steppe. He thought maybe his ruins might have rivaled this one though if they hadn't crumbled with age by now. Moving aside a bit once he'd finished, he sent up a howl, a lazy demand for the alpha to join him.

The male had been out in the plains inspecting the water levels. So far, he was far from pleased. It seemed that with the Winter season upon Boreas and Auster's backward season, it had caused a drought for the majority of the lands. The pond they had was nearly gone, though it had driven some prey to their water source, it was both good and bad. The larger animals made it difficult to reach the precious bit of water they had left, and it was no easy task trying to chase off herds of thirsty animals. The prey that were usually wary of the wolves were pretty testy as of late, and he attributed that to the lack of water and food for them. He didn't doubt that they'd move on soon to find food and water elsewhere, but in the meantime the herds were quite literally sucking the pack lands dry. He was not in a good mood over this, so when he heard the howl of a stranger at the borders of the castle, he set a quick pace to see who it was. Kimahri paced beside him, not saying much of anything to put the wolf in an even fouler mood, no. It was best to keep this mouth shut at the moment. Upon reaching the borders, his nose wrinkled at the scent of something fresh, and his eyes narrowed as his face bore a grim look. The stranger was not someone he knew, though he was pretty large. The closer he drew, the stronger the scent of the male and...was that piss!? He scowled, a low growl slipping past clenched teeth as he approached the borders. He stood at his tallest, though the other man was still taller by a few inches. The same height as his brother and sister. He didn't let the other male's appearance deter him though, not by a long shot. "What do you want?" He questioned, though not unkindly, waiting to see if the male would make mention of his little deed on his side of the border. Emerald gaze flicked momentarily towards where he smelled it, catching a glimpse of Kimahri wrinkling his nose at the smell and uttering a guttural growl as his gaze zeroed in on the toothy male. "Speech"