Manifest Destiny (old Glaciems)

The leader of the group strode forward and stopped. His tones weren't aggressive and Nnoitra took that as a sign he could relax to a degree. Muscles still remained tense, but he slowly allowed his head to raise and his tail to retain the normal position he normally carried it in. He didn't allow himself the luxury of sitting. Instead he nudged Grimm back underneath him, goading the child to stay put while the two talked.

He slowly nodded his head. Of course he wasn't here to stir up trouble. Especially when he was horribly outnumbered. Hell. They had a bear with them. Who the hell brought a grizzly with them? It was absurd to him. Then again he had seen stranger things in his time.

"I'm the former secondary Alpha of Tortuga. Not that it means much now, jut figured I'd share I reigned with Desdemona. With her absence I wasn't able to hold up the pack on my own. I recently took on a mate, and as you see now I have kids. Grimmjow here isn't my only child. We have more hidden in a den in this territory."

The male paused for a minute. His voice was cautious. He wasn't fond of encounters with outsiders. Not since his litter had been born. Lately he'd been a recluse, signifying what the original Tortuga was like. They were, after all, a reclusive, keep to yourself kind of pack that didn't try to mess with anyone.

"I have two rather important subjects to bring to light to you. One of them is a request. I have no desire to be a part of your pack and I'm sure my mate could care less. I am old and have no desire to leave the place I claimed as home. Moving my family wouldn't be wise, so I am asking to live among your pack without interruption."

Nnoitra inhaled deeply. The second part hurt him to speak about. Perhaps he'd grown soft as he aged. He certainly wasn't the same wolf he'd been when he was two years of age and killing for the hell of it just because he could. He'd used to dine on the flesh of his enemies after he'd killed them and left them to rot. Never would he have expected his life to become anything like this. Had his softness gotten one if his old members killed? He couldn't be sure. Eyes closed for a moment before he continued.

"Secondly, a few days ago a wolf entered our territory and killed one of our senior members. His scent still lingers. Perhaps it's a bit foolish of me to be requesting things from you, but I myself am exiting my prime, but I will not allow for this to go without reprimand. I will see the bastard dead before my time in this world comes to an end. Would any of your wolves be interested in aiding me?"

"Talk"