A call would rise in the wind, pulling the male from his den. He had been lying there, napping while his muzzle healed. With Jinxx's raging fever, the male had gone made for a short time and attacked him, and the result would be a possible scarred muzzle. But Erani and Imena were skilled healers, so there was the chance it wouldn't scar. Still, he wouldn't doubt the possibility. Rising to his feet, he would stretch before beginning his walk. Though he wasn't entirely sure why the voice stopped at the border, as far as he was aware, there were a few Blacks that were members of Valhalla. Curious as to what it was about, he would move swiftly. The Beta moving through the territory on silent paws, and it would soon be apparent the exact one(s) who were calling. He slowed, aquamarine gaze eyeing the Black girl as he came to a stop a few feet away, a questioning look in his eyes. "Ms. Twig, how may I help you?"
