Arrival

Archon stretched. He supposed this was the pack his brother had directed him to. While he wasn't expecting a warm welcome, Archon looked forward to the experience of a mortal pack. He had no doubts that he would have trouble convincing the locals of his intentions, but with God's will, he would make do.

It would be important, for the time being, to keep the pleasantries at large. Archon could imagine it would take a lot more than one or two conversations to convert the pack and he knew that presenting the topic too early would only cause the wolves to further diverge themselves from the correct beliefs.

Archon paused at the border, straightening his fur. It was best to make a clean, good impression. Remembering all his manners, Archon called to the alpha and waited for a reply.