Que Sera, Sera

A cry at the border caught his attention. He sent Marshal ahead with a motion, and pulled himself to his feet with a groan. He had been portioning meat to later cure for storage, and he took a moment to wipe the blood from his claws. Sheathing them, he fell into a light trot. Following the circling form of Marshal in the air, as his companion wound through the air in a spot above the wolf.

The stranger had a star across their muzzle, and dual-toned eyes. Their scent matched their emotions in giving off a masculine and feminine notice to his sensitive nose. He had met a wolf once before who identified as neither, and wondered if he was about to meet another. The Warlord was an asshole, but the things that riled him were others flirting with his wolves or playing jackass on his borders. He had no reason to poke at this new wolf, and instead he nodded his head in greeting and treated them as an ‘either’ “Greetings, and welcome to the Armada. What brings you to my borders?”