Diplomacy

Alaric lingered near the borders of a pack he had never met before. His cane corsos lurked behind him, their postures neutral. At his feet lay a large stag, freshly slain with the help of the large dogs. Alaric hoped this would show he was no threat, but a welcoming polite face. In the distance he could see a large castle, and he had to give whoever owned it props. A castle was a formidable fortress to live in. Much better than most of the territories here. Yet, Alaric wasn't here to sight see. He had a job to do, he had to learn the packs of the region. On friendly terms of course. Alaric lifted his head and let out a deep summoning howl, loud and echoing across the lands. It held no malice or challenge, it was a simple neutral and curious tone. Although, he had to admit being diplomatic wasn't his strong suit. He just hoped he didn't come across in any offense to whoever owned these lands.