The charcoal-furred and red-marked wolf strolled into the handful of wolves gathering at the purple brute's paws, nearly late to the party. He was Frayer of Lentajin, Lead Vei?i, though not for long. He was surprised at how few wolves came to her call, wondering if perhaps he had even been early. But no, this was all that was Lentajin now, and the male wondered if he had really made so great a choice in joining the weakened pack. If even half of his words of boasting were true, though, the following of Newt would number greater than Valhalla in no time at all.
He nodded a greeting and a smile at the first familiar face in the tiny crowd as he drew close, that is Champion's, as he knew she would hate to see his own smug mug dipping in anywhere near her own direction. But then another wolf caught his attention, an image from almost-long-ago, one of the very first Alacritians to meet him, and the only other member of the classic Lentajin he saw here. "Hello old girl... Remember me, your pal Frayer?" he said as he stepped in adjacent to her, wanting to say more, but being unable to as their mighty leader seemed to be about starting what speech she had prepared for them. He angled himself towards her, then, carrying again his posture of somewhat disinterest as he awaited the words of their alpha.
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