Winter is Coming

Fracture had watched while the white titan made his challenging call within the Battlefield, and couldn't help but be disappointed that the reigning alpha chose not to show himself and defend his throne. Unfortunately he'd decided before the battle had defaulted that whomever was to walk away victorious would have the opportunity to earn his loyalty. Fracture- being a man of his word -was not going to turn from that path now. It was not Acere's fault that he'd not been able to show his prowess in battle, nor that the other alpha turned cowardly enough to give up his pack.

He kept his distance as he followed the new alpha north. Fracture probably would have been better off not following at all; he didn't want to appear as some creepy stalker but he was brand new to these lands and would have struggled to navigate this far north without following Acere's trail. Eventually a towering wall began to appear in the distance, and by the impressions of paws in the ground, that was where the northern alpha was headed.

The clearing loomed before him not too long after he'd heard the powerful howl ahead. It seemed that Acere was ready to bring his followers in, and Fracture hoped his presence there wouldn't be unwelcome. After all, what sort of brand new pack would turn away a potential member? He strode into the expanse with confidence, gaze fixed intently upon the alpha and the boulder upon which he stood. Fracture was the first to show, but he wasn't surprised seeing as he'd all but stalked Acere here.

"Congratulations on your victory, Your Grace." He let his head bow deeply before the King. Fracture didn't feel the need to explain himself or his presence; he figured his intention to join was obvious. He sat and made himself comfortable, and then turned to the south to see whom else might soon arrive.