Alamea stepped lightly out of her den, stretched in the weak autumn sun and yawned; snowy mandible pulled down to show ivory fangs. Taking a few steps away from the mouth of her den she shook out her thick coat. As the weather grew colder her mind had turned back to Rune, she had however devoted herself to her pack and felt somewhat guilty having run off. The guilt was stronger however whenever she thought of trying to find him again. Surely she had the right too? didn't she? They were young yes, and she was cautious not to end up like her mother? but this was the closest she had ever felt to another wolf. Settling upon her haunches, she cast rose colored gaze around the packlands. She still didn't really know anyone. Socializing was so much different from what she had experienced before and well; she sucked at it. With a sigh she resigned herself to another day filled with thoughts of Rune, not that was necessarily as bad thing. Speech,

It hadn't been long since the man was accepted into Seracia, but the need to continue exploring Alacritian lands drew strong in him. The grey and black toned brute had wandered well away from Seracian lands, and now finding himself in pack lands he didn't quite get a chance to visit as a rogue. Though he knew whose lands they were, he figured there would be no problem in exploring them. Besides, should trouble find him, he was well prepared for it in size. Not that he would fight, he always tried to avoid it if he could. He moved quietly and under the cover of shrubs and grasses, wary of pack patrols or hostile rogues. A fight was the last thing he wanted right now, he didn't want to worry Aeil or come back with wounds that he wouldn't want to explain to her. It hadn't been very long since he traversed upon the lands when a scent would reach him. Carefully, he lifted his head to scent the air. And sure enough riding upon the winds was the scent of a female he had not met. He picked his way across the ground, black paws carrying him silently like a shadow. Before long, he saw before him a white female with striking eyes, which to him seemed Magenta colored. However, something about her seemed off. Like she was lost in thought, lost in...despair even. And for someone like him, he just couldn't leave a troubled wolf alone. He had to see if she was okay, maybe even help her should she need it. With slight apprehension hidden, he approached and made himself known. Purposefully stepping on some dried leaves as a slight breeze carried his scent towards her. "Good day, Miss. My name is Dragon, are you alright?" Speech Thought Others

The sudden appearance of a strange wolf startled the girl, she visibly jumped and quickly focused her attention on the male. His scent hit her, it was of another pack? She flattened her ears against her head, tail curling between her legs she took a step back. "You- you're not supposed to be here are you?" Her voice faltered some. What was another pack wolf doing this far inside territory that wasn't his? The girl was not one for being overly friendly and she definitely didn't trust the appearance of another pack wolf this far from the border. Speech,

It hadn't been for him to achieve a reaction or even an answer. She seemed startled, and then it suddenly dawned on him that he shouldn't be here. His ears flattened in apprehension as she spoke, telling him that he shouldn't be here. And in all sense, she was right. He had forgotten that he was no longer a rogue, he now belonged to Seracia. So placing foot on other pack lands with no good reason was foolish, especially if he didn't know the other pack. He lowered his tail, body slinking low as he made to turn around. S-sorry, I...I didn't know..." He would stumble over his words, unusual coming from a large wolf who looked mean. But of course, he was not. After mumbling that, he decided it was time to go before any other of the woman's friends decided to appear and give him trouble. He leaped over some bushes, not even waiting for a reply from her and he high tailed it out of there. -EXIT DRAGON- Speech Thought Others

Dual toned form moved swiftly across the Valhallan grounds, his steps making no sound as he approached the scents of strangers. One in particular was not of Valhalla, and he was determined to find out who it was and chase him off if necessary. He moved quicker, fur brushing lightly against the vegetation that passed him by. Eyes narrowed as he approached, the scents getting stronger, and then the man would leap over a bush and touch down on the other side, a snarl ready to erupt. But then, he just saw the disappearing tail of an unknown, and standing nearby was the defensive and frightened white form of a pack mate he did not know. Slowly he would approach, hackles lowering as he stared in the direction of the now gone stranger. He stopped then just a few feet away, "A friend of yours?" Speech Thought Others