Visiter beyond the wall

"Chance." the woman answered him, her tone now a bit more friendly and warm. Drachen watched as the female turned to face him, his blue eyes flicking briefly to the scars that decorated the left side of her face and shoulder before returning to her purple eyes. He remained silent as she continued on, listening intently as she spoke, his gaze dropping briefly as she mentioned the name of the Valhallan she had met before. The Stallion. he thought to himself, his nose drifting a little closer to the female as he took in her scent once more. Indeed, she was telling the truth, he could pick up the fading scent of the glowing stallion in the air. His tail lowered a little more at that point, a little more at ease that he could confirm at least one thing she had said. He remained silent as he watched her make an effort into relaxing the tension from her body again, his ears shifting backwards slightly as his mind ran with what he should do. In his birth pack, he would have been expected to attack, to discourage any loner from the borders, but he knew Valhalla was different, that they were a little more welcoming. "Please.." his dark ears perked forward again, catching the exhaustion in her voice as she went on to explain that she was a stranger to Boreas and still did not know who owned what land.

He observed her face for a moment longer before his oceanic blue eyes closed and a deep sigh left his lungs as he relaxed his posture, his tail falling to hang neutrally at his hocks. He knew just how daunting it was to arrive in a new land, he himself not even a season in from when he first washed up on the shores. "Alright then." his hushed tones rumbled just under his breath as he opened his eyes and returned them to the woman, who named herself as Karine. "A pleasure, Karine.... My name is Drachen." he replied, this time his soft voice was loud enough to be easily heard by her. "I know how confusing it can be in a new land. I have only just arrived myself." he offered the small amount of information, nothing that could hurt the pack by some stranger knowing. His pink tongue swiped once over his lips, smoothing out his whiskers, before he lowered his haunches to the ground and curled his tan tipped tail around his dark paws in an effort to ease any remaining tension in the air. While he was not averse to violence, he was glad that it did not come to it this time around.