The trickle of members had not ebbed nor had it increased. It remained steady. About one new member every few days. Newt had offered up her help in accepting the new members that would come knocking at his borders, but he hadn't seen her around much. She had pups to tend to, so the king could understand if she was a bit held up at times. He didn't mind at all. He actually preferred to meet, greet and accept each new member himself. He wanted to be a good king and what better way than to personally accept his wolves. The King would rest at his rocky ledge of a den, paws overhanging the lip of the ledge, ebony lips stained crimson with the blood his breakfast; rabbit. They were tricky little bastards to catch, but the titan was getting better at catching them.
He just swiping off the last traces of blood from his inky lips when a summoning call burst from the borders, alerting the king to the presence of a stranger. Limbs would unscramble from beneath the King, his leftovers forgotten as he gave himself a quick shake before descending from his ledge, powerful limbs pulling him towards the border of his territory. The stranger's scent would waft into his nostrils, telling him the wolf was male, as well as rogue. A potential member? Icy gems would flit across the grey and ebony figure of a man who seemed to be around his age, if not a year or two older. He appeared to be a respectable man, but looks were always deceiving. The scarred King would approach, tail held in alignment with his spine, features relaxed and friendly in apperacen. Taurig, King of Tortuga at your service. What brings you to my border?
