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The stranger did not show surprise at his arrival. He felt mildly irritable at the man's level demeanor, and his sneer lingered for a long moment as he gazed across the river at him. He was a strange looking thing -- so different from himself. His statement brought a snort from him. "And it isn't polite to enter territory that has been claimed." The expansion of Elysium was recent, and perhaps the border had not been marked perfectly. It seemed more likely that this male simply did not care. He wasn't sure if that angered him, or impressed him, and so he would maintain his slightly aggravated expression.

Slowly he drew closer to the river's shore, staring with interested eyes at the creature. He was a canine, but somehow looked so different than anyone he had ever seen. "I am Basilisk Saxe. Monarch of Elysium." He was finally a adult, though held an air of childishness still. Despite his large frame, and his strong voice. He was not a seasoned leader, though he was trying to become one. To refocus the rage that burned forever in his chest into building this pack, into Cataleya's dream. "What brings you here?"