Morning broke over the horizon spilling rivers of pastel light across snow and earth and over the prince who lay half-way in his den and half out. The polar sound had been reclaimed in the name of Indarra. He was now heir to a fledgling kingdom but oh how quiet and still this little pack was. Drashiel made note to search out members when the day had full ripened. Stretching the young brute emerged from his den and shook out his stone grey and warm earthen coat. The colors contrasting against each other in the brilliance of first light. Verdant eyes peered out across the terra as he took to his feet, elegantly strolling to the edge of a mountain stream that laced it's way through Indarra on it's way to the ocean. Bending down he drank his fill before taking a seat to listen to the gurgling of the stream and the morning hymns of the birds. "Speech"

It was rather strange to be the first non-royal member to join the pack. Nobody seemed to be interested in joining...and what fun was in that? He was all alone with three strangers...well...Isardis wouldn't be a stranger. He's already met him and heard things about him. But the heir, Drashiel, he knew little about. Along with the queen, Argent. Though the black fiend had hoped to cross paths with either of them...to maybe get on their good sides. How would the man move up through the ranks if he was always being an anti-social weirdo...? --- Aldoro lie curled up in his new little den, in which he built a few days ago. It was nice and comfortable...and already, the view in which lie before his den was amazing. Heh. That's the advantage Aldoro got. Being the first to join, he had everything to himself. So many things to choose from... Though, a new aroma wafted into the little engulfed space. It wasn't Isardis'...and it wasn't Argent's. He'd know what a dame would smell like. So it must've been the heir. Or some god damn rogue who decided to cross the border and wander aimlessly through the territory. He'd get a good beating if that was so. But he was sure nobody would be that foolish. So, pushing himself out of the warm little space, he would stretch before the rising sun and relieve his aching joints, letting out a soft moan that drifted away in the wind. The behemoth could sure go for a spar...but...eh. Not right now. He needed to socialize with the heir a bit. His long, muscular limbs carried him down the easy slope that held cool water to the ocean. He was careful not to slip and tumble down like a fool- but his paws still hurt from those wretched thorns he accidently stepped in. Thankfully a young little woman helped him...but still, they ached with such agony that he couldn't describe. But finally, his two-toned gems found the tricolored heir. A smile played upon the inky lips of the man as he calmly made his way over to him, dipping his head fleetingly and allowing a few soft lyrics to flee from his lips. ?Beautiful morning, hm?? He stepped up to the man's left, but gave him a respectful amount of space. Then, lowered his head to also take in a few sips of the cool water.