A howl. They had been more frequent lately. One of the last he'd heard had brought him to Bronze, but this one was unfamiliar in its origin. Ears pricking in interest, the King of Seracia would trot forth with every bit of wonder in his mind. Who would it be this time? He'd been increasingly moody these past few weeks, but this mood happened to be a good one - and for good reason. There very well could be a new member standing at the gates of the Kingdom! Paws would carry him robotically across the territory. He'd learned nearly every inch of it, and his paws could carry him without aide of his eyes across the more familiar paths. His tail flagged out behind him, gingerly stroking the air in long, even movements. Ears flickered to and fro, honing in on the sound before it tapered away. He knew it wouldn't last long, but the echo remained as he noted where the stranger stood.
She had come in from the north, in the direction that the battlefield was located, and where many of the vagabond lands lay. Perhaps she really was here for admittance into the pack. Of course, he was automatically assuming it was a she due to the pheromones flowing on the wind toward him. The scene he came upon looked anything but female, however. She was large, impressive, and jet black in color. Her throat was stained - or perhaps naturally colored - in a deep russet. Any smart wolf might have been frightened, but the King thought no such thing. The pup beside her was testament that she wasn't a merciless killing machine. "Good day, madam. You stand at the border of Seracia, I am its King - Gerhardt Mathias." He remained standing, eyes of amethyst traveling to the youth at her side. "Good day to you as well, sir." A smile graced his features as he waited for a response.
