When he had first begun to answer these calls all those years ago it had been strange though a role he had swiftly fallen into. It became easier each time and almost instinctively he would find himself there before these newcomers at the border, ready to see what they were doing so close to his pack lands. Since arriving in Ludicael there had only been one of these calls so far, though the voice had been one he'd recognised and thought at the time he'd held no power, no rank at all within the pack, the man still had gone anyway, for personal reasons rather than because he felt he had to.
This call however, this one he had to respond to now and though that had been a habit for so long, it almost seemed awkward now as he had to remind himself he was now a leader, an Author of Ludicael. It seemed strange, that little retirement so short lived though if it was truly what his daughter wanted and needed, he wouldn't hesitate in giving it to her. Besides, he knew that in time this too would begin to feel normal, it was only just winter, they hadn't even been here a full season, he simply needed the time to settle in.
Soon the man would come to stand before another. Something about her scent seemed vaguely familiar though for now he couldn't place it. "Greetings." He began formally, the words finding themselves with little effort. "I am Dutiron, Author of Ludicael, or Alpha if you would prefer." It always helped to explain ranks in a more basic manner as well he'd found, though if this wolf stayed it surely wouldn't take her long at all to catch on to the names of the hierarchy. "Now, who are you, and what brings you to these lands?" His tone held some of the authority it ought to, though words certainly not hostile.
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