After a long walk he had finally made it to the northern lands of snow and ice. German had heard rumors about a so called ice king with a flawless white pelt and no pigment other than the pinkness of flesh. Isardis Armada, ruthless, taking what he wanted and punishing those who dared cross his path. Not only this but the aging man had also heard how the albino had a pack of women, creating an army of children that took after him. That was about a couple seasons ago, and after recovering from a horrible sickness the man decided it was time to head up and visit some family. Hopefully it wouldn't be a mad house filled with kids, they could be real annoying and hard to ditch if you wanted some alone time.
His path would come to a stop, nose sniffing at the clearly marked border of what shifted into a pine forest. Tongue clicked against the roof of the man's mouth, blue orbs sweeping over the almost peaceful looking place. "Interesting." He rumbled to himself, tail flicking. For being an albino, Isardis sure chose a place where the sun would really bother his sensitive eyes. At least he had the forest though, so at least that would help him out some. With a look over his shoulder briefly he turned back towards the forest and lifted his muzzle to the sky, releasing a long, almost rumbling summoning howl into the claimed lands. Finished he would take a step back and sit himself down, awaiting for who would show up.
