Midas

Perhaps it was simply a matter of having chosen such an out of the way location for Niente's birth, or perhaps he simply had done too well at staying out of the public eye to attract members, but whatever the reason, it had come down to a need to venture out and actually seek out possible members for his pack. As he had told the scrappy young wolf who had questioned him when he'd claimed the ship, a pack was only as strong as it's members, so at the moment Niente was exactly as its name implied. Nothing.

So he'd set his paws once more to make the journey back south, here, to the battlefield. He had the vague thought that the wolves who tended to venture here to seek out fights were likely to be wolves who were interested in bettering themselves. Whether they would also prove to be wolves who would be loyal and trustworthy remained to be seen, of course, and there were sure to be a great deal of wolves there who just wanted a fight for the sake of hurting someone, or simply for bragging rights. There always were. He wanted to avoid both of the latter types for Niente if he could, but he was only too aware that he would be accepting wolves he didn't actually know very well no matter what he did. Except for a handful of wolves in was acquainted with in Celestial, he didn't actually know anyone here. Anyone he knew well enough to have trusted were wolves that would seek to kill him on sight, which certainly did make for a potential packmate.

With that unfortunate knowledge in mind, the elegant new alpha wandered quietly through the battlefield, seeking to observe the others there.