Popping like Popcorn

A call came not long after settling the pack into the new lands, and Chaos practically rubbed his paws together gleefully. Just the presence of the pack landing smack in the middle of the continent was making a big enough splash to attract the attention of nearby packs and if there was one thing Chaos liked it was attention. The feeling of being summoned rankled a little, but it showed that he was important enough for them to come to his pack lands. Leaving off his current goal of making stronger border markers, he set off towards the call at a trot. The wolf waiting there was as tall as him and of a similar build, though somewhat lighter in color and lacking the Saxe silver-ringed hairs that caused Chaos' own fur to ripple with blue and purple highlights, and certainly without the long flat fangs that graced the sides of Chaos' muzzle. He also wore a bag slung over his shoulder, which garnered a curious glance from Chaos, but a sniff told him that it probably just held herbs and he dismissed the younger male as a healer-type, which certainly fit the stereotype of a goody-goody alliance-maker. Oh well.

Finished with his brief examination of his counterpart, Chaos flashed the other male a rakish grin. "Name's Chaos Saxe, alpha of Legion. You rang?"