Charisma Checks Are My Favored Terrain

The call came at a rather inopportune moment, as Enrico had been outside of pack lands a mile or two when a stranger's howl summoned him to the border. A swift lope brought him there only a smidge later than he'd have preferred, but he did so hate making a late entrance. He prided himself on his gentlemanly demeanor, and a gentleman is among other things punctual. There was nothing to be done but compose his features into serenity. Enrico cleared his throat as he approached the stranger from behind, alerting the other male to his presence so he would not rudely take him by surprise. "Good day," he greeted politely. "I am Niente's alpha - you called for me?" Even with Basileus safely locked up in the Antiox's hold, Enrico was wary of giving his name at the first exchange with someone, though he kept that wariness buried beneath the veneer of many layers of genteel calm.