I Like To Move It, Move It.

The Kleins were made to be looked upon. Killian's entire litter held the image of their ancestors. A pale phantasmal look with darker colorations peppering their pelt. He was a healthy mixture of his parents while his brother Eli seemed to get all of their Mother's traits. He blended in with the Kleins that already inhabited Boreas. Killian's slate set him aside from the norm but he felt as though it tied him to his father's sturdy roots. That is in fact where he got his size and weight from.

Back in Kill's homeland there were no 'fantasy' like mutations. No horns nor cat claws to be seen. But, their family was known for their skin abnormalities. Albinism ran thick in their blood. He had heard stories of his Mother's ancestors deciding upon suitors for their royal spawn by selecting those with the palest pelts. Such shallow ways were long gone since Hamiclar's rule. Speaking of which, his grandfather Hamiclar had been fully melanistic. He was the only Klein Wolf ever known to have such a defect. Some mystics like to believe that was some sort of 'mark' to represent the demise of the Empire. But, as the famine destroyed all of their homes they quickly stopped the riddles and moved onto trying to survive.

Killian reeled himself back in from his pondering as he let forth his own baritone vocals, "I will be glad to meet this giant of a Wolf." Everyone spoke so highly of these leaders. Killian was sure they must have been half decent Alphas. Most pack Wolves were fairly judgmental of the higher ranks due to envy and displeasure. Perhaps he had found a good functioning group of Wolves. Killian then moved his thoughts over to the tid bit of information Io had let loose. Zee was married to the Warlord. A small fact that he did not pick up on when he had met the horned femme. He silently nodded to himself for a moment. He was slightly disappointed but it was a not a surprise to hear such a good looking lady was taken.

As he marched on so did their conversation. As she revealed her 'plan b' he let forth a husky laugh. Killian shook his head and moved along with focused breathing. Ensuring he didn't get ahead of himself with talking. "I am glad to have spared you some stomping." He listened further with flicking ears and sturdy strides. Io spoke on about her appreciation before revealing more information about her own connection to the giant Warlord, they were siblings. Two out of two of the beautiful females he had met within his new pack were closely connected with the alpha. Another pang of mild disappointment appeared but he did not dwell. Perhaps he couldn't flirt with the horned gal but he surely could offer compliments and sly smirks to the Warlords smaller sister. Thus, Killain tossed her a cheeky glance, "I am just glad to be in such lovely company, truly." He looked ahead to ensure safe stepping, "It will be interesting to finally meet all of these high appraised Wolves. Back home we lived close to the Kleins but were distant enough to not grow up along side them. All of the stories, rumors, and tales are finally coming to light." Beaming eyes full of curiosity quickly moved to her own, "What do you do as an Ambassador?" An elusive rank with different meaning in each pack.