Returning home [Rejoining]

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With rigor he moves to the borders, not one, but two new scents and he had certainly had his share of encounters that made the entire thing quite drawl. He was growing tired, annoyed with these shows of force and he had no reason in the world to sit there and tolerate them. Ascending upon the two the russet heir would dance his gaze over each of them. His head cocking raising he would fully expose the gore that was his ravenous jaw, and he would further exemplify the stature he held over the both of them. A show of dominance? No. A show of authority? Not really. It was all in relation. He merely needed to be sure he wasn?t dancing into a ring of fire. Of wolves that were, honestly, just going to fail to impress and get sent away. Valhalla was, while not numerably as strong as it had been, it was strong because they were a family. He had little patience to pretend he was going to let every single vagabond that asked in to become a part of the lands.

A neutral chuff rumbled from his larynx as he stopped before them, the boy rumbling nothing more and nothing less. Of few words he would allow them the long chance to speak and he would allow them the ability to say whatever needed to be said. If they were of value, well, something would spark his interest. Hopefully, the purple faced wench didn?t expect to ride in on looks? He?d seen his share of oddities, even being so young, and he was failing to see why they got so many so far. Appearance and personality did little to coincide.
"Speech!".