Midas

When he was approached by one of the nearby wolves, Enrico was taken somewhat by surprise. Not because he was approached - you had to expect that someone would approach you on this field, where everyone was seeking opponents - but rather because the female who approached him did so with tail wagging and tongue lolling, with a friendly bark to grab his attention, for all the world as though she were a naive little pup on holiday.

But Enrico didn't have time to do more than blink disconcertedly at her for the briefest of moments before another, younger female raced up to them, though for a moment Enrico thought his grasp of the language was failing him, because he couldn't quite understand what she was talking about.

He shifted his weight, just the smallest of gestures, as though settling a heavy weight over his shoulders. Odd though both females were to find here, he couldn't let the strangeness throw him. There was too much at stake.

He favored them both equally with a dignified nod. "Good day," was his quiet greeting, before he answered the second woman's implied question. "Si, I am alpha of Niente. Tiercel, we call it. I am here seeking potential members for the pack. My name is Enrico Falcone. E tu?"