eyes are a window / to a storm that's getting close

ooc. leaving some details of prior threads with other chars vague lol anyone is welcome to come say hi!

A familiar scent played upon the nares of the violet titan, and his nostrils flared. A pleased hum burbled in his chest, though his expression hardly faltered from the blasé scowl that seemed a permanent feature of his handsome facade. Long limbs carried his lean form across the harsh northern plains, closing in on the coastline as the scent of his kin grew ever stronger. He lingered near the boundaries of the recently established pack, testing the scent markers with a keen nose and parted jaws. The details flooded his senses, wafted into the recesses of his brain. Invaded the crannies and folds of grey matter as he pulled them apart one by one. Nothing exceptionally old, as though it were a long-established offshoot of his lineage. There were many bodies populating the region, a varied group of males and females, all in good health when they patrolled the borders at the very least. He couldn't detect any elders among them, though he also couldn't detect many children venturing anywhere near the borders. Perhaps this was a militant group, intending to marshal their strength here in the north before venturing out to conquer the rest of the continent.

A long, slow sigh heaved from his breast and filled the air around his face with mist. He was about as prepared as he could be, by this point. Might as well ring the doorbell properly, see what was going on. Muscular shoulders straightened, quills rustling against one another in the fur of his ruff as he tipped back his elegant crown and released a sonorous call for any interested parties. He was mostly interested in availing the leadership of his services, potentially enrolling himself among their ranks, but he welcomed the opportunity to see who all he called family in these lands. What kinds of characters allied themselves to his lineage. Ivory tipped tail swept once, twice over his hocks, and then stilled. Gold tipped auds flickered, searching for the telltale crunch of hard-packed snow that would announce someone's arrival.