a word of welcome and of warning

Bjorn had not been far behind Epiphron when she left, shadowing her from the border and ranging out to scout for danger as she left the pack land, and had the neighboring pack been further away he may have caught up again before the alphas answered the call. As it was he moved silently - far more silently than one might have expected for a wolf of his stature - to take up a seat behind and to the right of Epiphron's position. He didn't speak, only inclined his head respectfully to Pip as he took his place to guard her. His ears swiveled constantly on the lookout for danger, but he was otherwise still, a statue beside her as he watched the other pack's alphas guardedly. Not that he thought there was a great risk of danger here - he had spent enough time in Ludicael to be less than impressed with the family who had once ruled there and here. But he hadn't survived as long as he had in his hostile birth pack by being stupid... there was always a risk.