May I Borrow A Cup Of Sugar?

Aureus confirmed what Tyrian suspected. He wondered what it was like to more or less have a whole continent to one's self. Sure there were rogues and less organized collections of wolves, but that wasn't the same. Packs were an institution in their own right. But that was the least interesting thing Aureus had just confirmed. Tyrian was fascinated by the man's last name. He had so many questions for him, but there was a lot he could learn simply by observing whether or not the man as was big a lunatic as Valentine seemed to believe every member of the family to be.

"Name's Tyrian," he said with a smirk. "Tyrian Imperialis. And uh, you misunderstood. My family has been in the South for generations. Legion's only been there for..." He thought about it for a second then said, "Less than one, I suppose. It used to be in the North until my nephew took it over and moved it South for the family." That more or less answered his second question too. "So it's changed hands a couple of times. How about your pack? I wouldn't mind hearing about it either."