Dark paws carried the grey male slowly across the landscape of the Battlefield, his posture and stern gaze reflecting the authority and power he now possessed. As Guardian of Secretua, Rune had plenty of it, especially considering it was his family that he protected there. It was a lot of responsibility, and though he had been trying his best to shoulder most of it, to lighten the loads for his mate and kids, he knew they were going to need help sooner or later. They were not going to make it keeping their numbers as small as they were. They needed help, trustworthy wolves who would remain loyal to the pack and mix well with his family. The hardest part was allowing himself to let his own guards down to be able to judge another on their compatibility with the pack, and so far his work was proving to be cut out for him.
Which was why he was still here. He had been here before, seeking spars back when he had still considered trying to stake a claim on the pack that had at the time been known as Tortuga. In a way, he was glad those plans had never been fulfilled; surely his future would have been nothing like it is today. But there was no need for spars today, not when there were more important matters directly related to the safety of his pack that needed his attention first. His pale eyes, such a light shade of blue, scanned the Battlefield around him through a narrowed stare, seeking out those who appeared lost or searching. Calls for battle partners were ignored and those who made them skirted around as he walked through the rough terrain. Rune was here solely to find possible recruits that he could offer a home within his pack, Secretua, and had no intention of being deterred from his course.
