Changes, Next Exit ➵

Making his own rounds of the territory, trying to get to a feel for the lands, he saw no one from the pack. So far this was the least structured group he'd ever been a part of, and it was starting to gnaw at him. He craved order, but it was not to be found in Sonticus. Perhaps their Alphaess was in the process of making changes. Perhaps the others would come together soon. In the meantime, Xephyris desperately wanted to find his place in the pack, but he felt he couldn't if he didn't get to know a single soul first.

So it was with a thrill that he spotted a the dark form of a wolf in the pale distance. His pace increased as he set his sights on the wolf, and as he came closer he recognized the female as Avalon, who he had seen at the meeting but hadn't spoken to yet. He wasted no time in approaching her, his tail waving high above his back, his legs carrying him at an easy trot to come before her. His cold, silvery blue eyes met with her fiery gaze, his expression offering nothing as he was accustomed to suppressing all emotion. "Greetings... you must be Avalon," he began, his voice a low rumble, "I saw you at the meeting... you seem to know our President well. Have things in Sonticus always been so quiet?" He went silent then, awaiting some sort of response from the female, though he wasn't sure what he was going to get. These wolves were foreign to him yet, and only time would allow him to figure them out.