Valhalla had been gone for some time now, and Tyto had lingered around valhalla lands since. After Noelle and Amorielle left, however, and said where they might be going, he eventually decided to follow. He knew Auster well enough, so it wasn't hard to find the pack they had gone to. He had run into Amorielle a couple of times since she joined, and learned the newer pack was probably as close to Valhalla as he'd get. He didn't do well packless, and despite his more introverted nature, he missed the structure of a pack. Might as well bite the bullet and see if they'd take him...at least until Valhalla returned. If it ever did. Approaching the borders, Tyto remained silent for a time before finally drawing in a sigh before calling for whomever he could speak to. "Speak"

Beauregard had just begun a patrol with Garm, their new Knyvalus Dux. Beauregard had been true to his word, giving the man a place in their ranks with purpose. He had hopes that the other man’s strength and leadership would help grow their pack and, at the very least, leave them more prepared in the event strangers came to their borders with ill intentions. The route was his usual one, starting near the boundary shared with the canyon. There had been little talk outside a greeting, the Artifex focused on checking and refreshing the border markers. The task was more to discourage non wolf predators - a ballsy wolf would ignore the borders of a pack regardless. Thus far they had not seen any chancing Norad, but with that cat colony formed near Ethne he did not expect the peace to last for long.

They were coming past the territory of the canyon when a call came from further along their route. Beauregard arched a brow, but hopefully this was a good call. He would grin over at Garm. “Best not to keep him waiting. Let’s quicken our pace.” Without waiting for a response the ashen cream male was off at a lope, curious to see who was at his borders today.

It turned out to be an older fellow with natural tones and red eyes. There was something about his posture that had Beauregard feel sympathy for the man. Almost as if there was a heaviness to his presence, something bothering him. “Welcome to Norad, stranger. I am Beauregard, the Artifex. What can I do for you today?”

"Speech," 'Thought.'