The clock is ticking faster, as we live

A woman would arrive, and by how she slunk around at the back of the group, Beauregard got the feeling she wasn’t part of any particular pack. Either a loner being cautious, or perhaps one looking for information. He supposed her answer could be the truth, after all. The alpha could have merely abandoned the pack, but that seemed strange. Packs tended to have strong ties to one another. No one else spoke up about what could have happened to the pack but there was the chance that they didn’t know its fate either. Beauregard decided it was better to leave it be. Whatever had happened to the pack, it no longer stood here now, and soon those gathered would be the first to witness him become a leader in his own right.

Hay would arrive and Beauregard flashed her a smile. Knowing the Leader of Ethne was in his corner and supported him as one of their own filled his heart with joy. A pack needed those they could trust if they were to function in the world. His gaze flicks to the merle coated man with fangs as he states he wouldn’t mind putting on a show, and he introduces himself; Gilgamesh. It is a name that Beau stashes away for later as he waits just a bit longer for any more arrivals. One lady does arrive, another alpha, perhaps? Beauregard tips his head toward her respectfully. But as much time has passed, he can only assume no wolf will challenge his claim.

“No wolf has come to contest my claim, and so today the kingdom of Norad will be born.” Beauregard lets his gaze sweep across the other alphas, holding himself level. This was his first chance to get a feel for any of them, and they for him. “I am Beauregard Ravenwood, a divergent from Ethne.” The information could be a double edged sword. Both to tell others he is friend, or perhaps foe. “But enough of this talk of business talk. Gilgamesh, if you would care to join me for some fun?” The man rolls his shoulders forward, slipping into an easy defense.

“...and any other is free to join in as well. A way to get to know each other without words, if you will.” Light dances in Beauregard’s blue eyes. He is ready.

"Speech" 'Thought.'