Phantom Menace

He didn't have to wait particularly long before the sounds of an approach reached his ears. Emerging from the other side of the borders, a she-wolf with shades of purple and a set of...he wasn't sure what to call them...some sort of serrated brow bones? Etched into her skull. Crimson gaze briefly roamed her features, noting that the she-wolf also bore a set of feline-like paws similar to his own. Interesting. The male, on the other hand, was a tad simpler. Much like himself, the beast was about the same height and bore similar colors. A little lower, Ifrit noticed the set of claws that looked peculiar. Interesting indeed...

The pair greeted him, though the woman in purple introduced herself as Manea, and the male as her husband Alastor, along with their titles. He assumed those were the ranks considered to be an alpha or something close. Regardless, if they were the ones to answer his call, then they held power here. "Elysium? Never heard of it." He didn't say it to be rude, but rather, as much as he watched them from rogue lands, he simply never got the chance to learn the pack's name. "I am Ifrit. And I've come to seek entrance into your pack as a new member." Might as well just get straight to the point, no? He preferred not to beat around the bush, after all.

"Speech"