The young man was determined, with wolves having appeared at the rise of Dragoste… he was looking forward to the pack flourishing. He was a bit nervous too, but he was sure that would fade. The brute was working on strengthening the borders of his new pack… though they barely had the members yet to be considered a pack. There was one wolf he wanted to speak to in particular, the unique femme from the first meeting. Ganta hadn’t really gone over particular ranks or expectations yet… Leo’s appearance had helped discourage that. But at least the wolves here knew what Dragoste was about… what it stood for. A soft hum escaped Ganta. He’d given each of the members some time to get settled, to choose a densite for themselves within the woods and get comfortable. He just hoped they wouldn’t mind their neighbors being Fiorians. Hopefully Leo wouldn’t chew his head off later… he still needed to talk to the other man too. Explain why he hadn’t been with Roza when she was attacked. It was not a conversation he was looking forward to at all. Finally, catching the scent of the woman he was seeking again Ganta tossed his head back and let out a howl. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much of a chore on her to find him. "Talk" "You" Think

Was she settling in ok? For the most part yes, but there was now something else that bothered her. Aten had seemed to vanish again. It was worrying after having lost the other two from his litter. It wasn't like her little defender to up and disappear on her without a good reason. It went without saying she was willing to tear apart the territory and more to find him. She wasn't willing to loose him too.

She was in the middle of trying to track him down when a howl for her sounded. She lifted her head and turned it to look in the direction of the howl with a blink. She recognized it as that of her new leader but she didn't quite understand why it was he wanted her. Let alone why he couldn't just wait at her den for her to return later. She was busy tracking Aten at the moment. A mother should be concerned with her children before any other is what she believed. Her ears pressed back and she gave a sigh. She might as well answer his call, maybe Aten would be near the man trying to learn from him or something.

She started her hobbling towards the man then. It took her a good couple of minutes before she reached him and once she did she stopped a good solid distance from him. She wasn't willing to be too close. Her eyes fell on him and she watched what he looked at first, ready to snap should he pick her leg instead of her eyes. Her ears stayed back and even her scruff bristled, not with anger but with caution and even weariness to be near someone who was normal again other than Aten.

Ganta waited, though he didn’t have to wait too terribly long for Desdemona to show up. But when he saw her she did not look relaxed, and the wolf softened his gaze. Her son wasn’t with her, he noticed, and softly Ganta spoke up. “Miss? Is your son around?” He spoke the words gently, seeing her cautious gaze. His own hadn’t even been drawn to her leg. Ganta knew well enough what it felt like having someone stare at you for being abnormal. Sure his mane wasn’t that strange, at least to him, but he certainly didn’t want to offend the woman after she’d been interested in joining his pack. His own ears flicked a bit with worry, the anxiety gnawing at him. Surely there wasn’t already more trouble within his small pack? "Talk" "You" Think