Standing My Ground

Álarr whipped his head to the side at the sound of the foreign voice and he suspiciously eyed a large yearling. He had eye dots near his eyes but they weren't in the customary place to denote an Imperialis and as he didn't smell like Legion Álarr had a feeling this wasn't a new recruit. He quickly scrambled out of his den. "Who are you? Look, I know things have been crazy since the volcano but this is Legion's new den site so I suggest you keep moving." He did his best to look intimidating but the warrior schtick was really more the domain of his siblings. Afi emerged behind him, eyes narrowing in a glare at the stranger. He was shortly followed by Brynhildr who hopped over to Álarr and settled down at his feet, her head cocking to the side as she eyed the strange youth.

Álarr's nostrils flared trying to pick out the scents entangled with the young male as he tensed, ready for conflict just in case it was going to arise. As far as he could tell the other boy was a loner. Perhaps he'd just gotten turned around and would leave now that he understood that a pack was dwelling here.