SERPENTS KISS

The golden boy had been realitivly inactive as of late, having been pushed from most of his homes by ever growing packs. He had kept to himself and keep silent but as more and more calls for pack challenges rang out he found himself curious about the darkness that was growing in Alacrita. Both of his once homes had been claimed by new beings, and though Seracia had been the only land he had really ever called home it would be Valhalla that he would wander towards when the call of a new ruler went up. Long legs would carry him easily, hips sashaying as he walked. Head was held high despite lowered tail. He was confidant but not dominant... It was with that posture that he would stride his way towards the ever growing gathering of wolves. Eyes would roave over the group before he made his way to sit a bit towards the back of the small gathering. Would he be noticed? Would he be welcomed? He had yet to decide if he even wanted to stay here, having no ideas as to what this new pack might be about.

Speech!