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A smug smirk lifted the corners of Tyrian's mouth as the howl for the alpha rolled over The Range. For the first time in his life that call was for him. Knowing someone was politely waiting on the border for him was a wonderful feeling and one he could certainly get used to. He stood slowly and stretched; forcing himself to take his time instead of rushing immediately to the border like a desperate-for-attention puss. Of course he would get there in a timely fashion, it was only fair to offer the caller the same courtesy s/he was giving Tyrian by howling politely, he just wasn't going to trip over himself in haste.

He wasn't far from the border so even after forcing himself to adopt a dignified pace Tyrian was there in a flash. The woman that waited for him was young. Older than him certainly but definitely no more than by a year or two. And pretty - even his youthful eyes could see that.

Tyrian gave Mint a short, brisk nod in greeting and said, "Hello, I'm Tyrian, the alpha here at Fireside." Too formal? Not formal enough? This was all so new and he hadn't decided what kind of tone he wanted to set at the border yet. "What can I do for you?" Was that too much? Fuck, was he being soft? Or weird? Or both? Perhaps he should ask Chaos or his dad for some pointers later. Or maybe he needed to let it play out first before he made a decision.