Silver tinted paws reigned themselves in just before the border that he scented from a short ways back. Sure and confident eyes scanned the forest beyond the invisible lines, sure as hell that he had found the place he had been looking for. Glaciem, the place that claimed to be more powerful then all the other packs. Well, he would see for himself. Pulling back his head he let out a loud and strong call. He hoped for the supposed king himself to show on his own doorstep, so that the man could see for himself who reigned supreme in the courts of this icy kingdom. Talk like this

The call of an unfamiliar would carry the monster forth, waltzing with an effortlessness most had grown to know him by; paws an exception to gravity as he would tranquilly saunter. The greyed creature was an image of slight oddity, his marking worthy of mental note, however in comparison to several other members, particularly his daughter, the man was of no real individuality. Still, his size was impressive, his muscle-structure that of a warrior, and The King would find himself faintly hopeful he had come to offer his services. He would pause a few meters from the being, a cunning smirk twitching coral lips as he would square, ?What brings such a fiend to my Kingdom, hm? I do so hope you bare no ill intentions, it would be an utter shame to tarnish that war-infused figure of yours.?

So, this was the king of Glaciem. Not bad. Aqua gaze rested on the pale ghost that met him, looking him over...scrutinizing. He noticed healings wounds, flesh that made way to healing scars. It was obvious that this man had been in recent battles, though with whom Jet could care little for. He only sought one thing, and that was to rise to power within the kingdom of Glaciem. Though probably not as far as to take it over as an Alpha, even if the thought was tempting it just wasn't something he wanted to take responsibility of just yet. Ears leaned forward as the ghost spoke to him, a smirk appearing upon his own face. He was confident, possibly more so then anyone ever should be, but Jet cared little about what others thought. He was strong, well built, powerful to the core with unfaltering loyalties...too bad his own pack didn't see that. So they had suffered, and Jet saw to that himself. "Hello, Pale One. If I am not mistaken, you must be the king of Glaciem that is so highly spoken of and whispered about in scary stories. The name is Jet," At the mention of his name, he gave a small bow to the king. Extending a foreleg and lowering his head, then rose once more as he continued. "I bear you no ill intentions...and believe me, I have been in my share of fights...with the opponent bleeding in the dust. I've gotten away with just a scar, while they got away with all but their lives. I've come to seek acceptance into Glaciem. I believe your kingdom is worthy of serving, and I, a loyal man who seeks nothing more than to snuff out the weaker packs. After all, only the strong survive...do they not?" Smooth silky words would drip like silk venom from his jaws, intent on joining this wondrous pack. If Isardis turned him away, then Jet would simply take his revenge on such a needless thing and make sure that the king knew what he was missing. Maybe kidnap and rape one of his women, ah now that would be fun. However, it all depended on what the king would say next. Jet's own thoughts would remain well hidden within his skull, his eyes cold and guarded, devoid of any other emotions. Talk like this