Just perfect!

There was a call at the border. Archon dropped what he was doing and made haste to answer it- as a good alpha should. He made sure he was presentable, but not overly so or in such a way as to demean his overall stature and well-worn winter coat. Though he quickened his pace, he wouldn't allow himself to become winded. He needed to appear in top form unless the situation called for something else.

Border summons never called for something else.

Archon arrived and dipped his head. He slowed his pace as he drew near until his bulky form came to a halt just as he stood atop the border.

"I am Archon Abraxas, the Overseer of the Abraxas-occupied Abaven. Is there something I may help you with?"