The Rhythm of the World

The masculine male would look to the marble one and he would analyze him with a gaze lacking anything other than neutral embrace. Two males that were out and about offering a female a home. How sweet. "Pleasure," he rumbled and bowed his head to the boy before he would listen to him catch the man up on what he had missed thus far. All things considered he was quite glad that marvel had been able to truly amplify what the place held in store for her if she did not proceed with caution. Inquiry would be the next thing to fly from the bleached male's lips and he would nod and offer a friendly explanation, "Lead, er, Alpha-king? Whichever you prefer to call it,"


She would announce both that she was alone and also that she was looking for a home in conclusion he would nod his head analyzing her. Valhalla was a home...A collection of wolves that depended so much on each other. On their relationships. He had to be so careful that what he introduced to the pack was going to be wolves of merit. Wolves that had a firm grasp on the things of the world it seemed no one else did. It was an entirely too complex thing, and to be honest, Collision knew he was glad he wouldn?t be the King forever, ?Valhalla has opening arms, but strong ones to be in,? It didn?t make much sense right off of the bat, and so he would clarify, however, he had a compelling feeling that no matter what he said he was going to make the land a bit too intimidating, ?We were once vast, seventy wolves and counting, however, the Volcano came. Destroyed our lives. Our hearts. We are rebuilding our home in the south, and it?s hard. However, we all know where on or the other stands, we all know what to do to help each other. Valhalla isn?t a pack for members that seek protection, or warriors, or hunters, or whatever. It?s a pack for those that seek family,? And never had he been so dead on.