The road that was once so lonely

This man, Aoto, was far from a threat. He seemed somewhat nervous as he stood there, declaring that he had not meant to intrude on these lands, and was merely looking for a home. "A pleasure indeed," he noted honestly. The male's voice was stoic and serious, though it lacked the coldness that his lyrics had once carried. Any hint of cruelty or malice that he had once possessed had faded with time, replaced by the love he felt for his wife and the gratitude he held in his heart for finding her once again. He had not just found her, but they had been blessed with children yet again, despite their advanced years.

His eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and Aoto's form was much clearer as he stood near him. His coat was a dusty brown, his eyes two bright blue orbs that glimmered in the night. "Ludicael is most certainly a pack for scholars," he reiterated the kind of pack they were, nodding his head slowly. "I am sure you would be welcomed here."

He couldn't welcome him into the pack himself, but he knew he could call someone who could rather easily. He wasn't sure if someone might be annoyed for being awoken at such a late hour, but Ludicael seemed the type to open their lands to whoever needed a home, so long as they did not have malicious intentions. Aoto expressed his concern for making a decision so quickly, and he found himself chuckling under his breath. "The leaders are kind wolves," he explained openly. Many packs were not so fortunate -- but he also knew there was something to be said about kindness being a weakness. He found himself wondering how Ludicael might fare if they were ever unfortunate enough to be attacked. Hard wolves bred hard fighters, and in Ludicael, there were no wolves like that. He had been one once, but age had softened him considerably. "I am sure they will understand if you find that you do not fit in well here. I give you my word that they would not force you to stay."