Shadow and Light [Balerion]
Balerion
Perhaps it was boredom or the restlessness that came with it that brought Balerion to the borders. The fae he met up north's scent was what brought him to Valhalla. The pack's musk clung to the region and was sure to steer clear of the border. His paws never touching the scent but it remained thick in the air nontheless. Bal wasn't sure what he desired from his venture. Would he join a pack? Or maybe he could weasel his way into a deal. Tooth and claw for hire until he figured out what else to do. So far no one else in the land had impressed him so he figured his best bet was to give the maned babe a shot. The inky figure moved from the brush with his eyes finding their mark. Black eyes landed upon the glowing Alpha in the distance. It seemed she was standing guard just as the other Wolf was doing not too much further down the line. He stood still as she did, watching in silence for a few moments. Balerion then moved to walk along the border with a flick of his tail. Mist seemingly pooled at his legs as he moved. No words were spoken as he trailed the border as if it were a patrol. Hoping the woman would heed his lure. |