Written in the stars

It wasn't long before a new scent of entered Alaric's wet nostrils and was soon followed by a voice that wrecked his train of thought. Maul and Cinder turned their heads and rose to their feet, their tails raising up towards the sky as they watched the new wolf grow closer and closer to their companion. Alaric let out a sigh and turned his head and body around to face the newcomer. Then the words hit him. Who did he serve? Alaric let out a prideful, dismissive huff as he looked the female wolf up and down skeptically. "I serve no one." He told her firmly. "As for the hunting, it's rather plentiful in other areas. I imagine such a rocky terrain as this wouldn't be very plentiful prey wise." He told her honestly. He took a step forward, his tail rising to match his companions dominant stance.

"Who are you?" He asked, tilting his head just slightly to the left. He waited in silence for answer, giving her time to respond to him.