Winter is Coming

Konstantine lingered, watching the strange gathering from a distance. He had spent the last few days in the area, exploring, searching for clues, contemplating his next move. With his father's dream in ruins before his final plan could be enacted, Konstantine was forced to move on, cast out by those who had liberated the pack. He had played too large a role to be considered innocent, seen too much to be allowed back into the kingdom. The mere thought made him snort contemptuously, shaking his head in disdain. He did not care to be among those righteous hypocrites, and was eager to stake out a claim for himself elsewhere.

Knowing that he would be starting from the bottom only gave him more determination, however. There was much he had yet to learn, and he was happy to bide his time. The only thing left to do was find like-minded wolves, and even that seemed to have been laid out for him to happily happen upon the opportunity. He watched the white monarch lay claim to the land, listening ardently to his proclamation. The laws, he thought, sounded reasonable, and there seemed to be a heavy presence of pale furred wolves, similar to himself.

His molten gold eyes narrowed as his gaze roved across the crowd. There was potential, he thought, but there was so much he could do to nurture that. With resolve, he straightened himself, and strode towards the gathered group, searching out the ruby eyed king. "It is not by chance that the gods have delivered me to this place on the day of your coronation." He lowered his front half into a deep bow as he introduced himself at the most opportune moment. "I was moved by your speech, and knowing I have found wolves with core values that align with my own, I believe I can finally end my days of searching. My name is Konstantine Deus ex Ominus, warrior and tactician at your service." Konstantine rumbled in his gravely baritone, rising up once more to a polite attention.