Wolves Without Teeth

That voice was... vaguely familiar, but it was calling for one of his members. At his border. Specifically, for Holly. That made it likely for one of her siblings to be calling, but that would not mean he would not check for himself, and he approached the border swiftly, laying eyes on Rivaxorus. He halted a few feet before the boy, appraising him. "Generally, it's seen as polite to call for the alpha of the pack as well," he stated mildly, tail swinging lazily behind him. "What's your business here, Rivaxorus? You sounded rather urgent to talk to Holly." That in itself was the true reason he came; he wasn't about to let a call that urgent go unanswered by him.