Since the visit from The Hallows emissary, Enki and Medusa had been discussing opening up dialog with some of the other packs. Insomnia had been reclusive due to necessity but, with Redrum poised to take over soon, the alphas had decided that they want to give him every opportunity to succeed and that is why the pale pink man has trekked all the way down to Auster.

Here, in the frigid lands of the South, there is pack that, much like Insomnia, prefers to keep to themselves.

Ice crunches with every step that Enki takes and the bitter bite of the winter wind sends a shiver racing down his spine. Pulling the fur cloak that is draped around his shoulder a little tighter around him, the tall man comes to a stop a respectful distance from the pack’s scent-marked borders.

For a moment, he stands there, admiring the way that the ice clings to the tall stalks of bamboo and the sound that they make when the cold wind snakes it way through and rubs them together. With a soft smile on his pale lips, Enki tilts his head back and releases a call for the alpha of these lands, weaving into it an inviting, relaxed tone that relays his intentions to talk. As his call fades away into the icy day, he adjusts his cloak again and waits for the alpha to appear.


"Enki Klein"

Hattori's mood had soured somewhat of late and one might think he really ought to have gotten over it by now, but a wounded pride did not heal as easily as physical wounds. And Hattori kept picking at it like a scab, refusing to let it go because that felt like weakness. Still, he would never outright ignore or turn away visitors to his borders, even if he was a little less...agreeable as late.

Heeding the call, Hattori worked his way from the depths of the maze to the edge, finding a wolf he'd never met before. But their scent was somewhat familiar, that they mingled at least with the wolves of Insomnia, perhaps called that pack their home. Though he supposed he'd find out soon enough.

Taking in the sight of the pale eyed wolf, Hattori drew to a standstill, remaining amongst the younger, thinner stalks of the bamboo, their leaves brushing against his fur, points of contact he didn't even seem to notice anymore.

"What is it?" Short, and not entirely friendly. Unwelcome Jehovist Witnesses at the door vibes.

Before too long a colorful, tall male appears from the depths of the bamboo, his countenance one of uninterested tolerance as he roughly greets Enki. The younger man is unperturbed by the blunt, rough words and easily stands to offer the alpha a respectful bow. As he straightens, the pale pink male says, “Greetings. I am Enki Klein, Daemon of Insomnia and I have come simply to talk. Insomnia has kept to ourselves for so long that we have found ourselves somewhat lacking in the knowledge of other packs. Do you mind if I ask you a couple, quick questions?”

Jolly and gentle, Enki pitches the idea that Medusa and he had come up with to begin opening the lines of communication between other packs; that way, when Redrum takes over Insomnia, he will hopefully have a somewhat easier time making friendships and alliances… hopefully. However, this tall, prickly man might make that hope a far-off fantasy for this pack.


"Enki Klein"