Joshua and Jericho

Tyranis had been busy lately, between the influx of new members and the business with his wayward uncle Tyranis had little time to himself. He paced around the borders of his white forest, refreshing his markers then perked his head at a summoning howl. It was an unfamiliar call but it had been for him directly. His raven took flight ahead of him, while his cobra coiled loosely around his neck, her head raised and hood half opened with interest.

Tyranis arrived at the Shrine border with his head raised, exuding confidence and authority over the loner standing at his gates. True this loner smelled of other wolves, but lacked the scent of a distinct territory unlike him and the gathered masses of Erövrare.

“State your business.” He demanded roughly while the raven flew in a wide circle around them. Something about the man unsettled him although he could not place why.

Speech, Thought, You