He could have been sleeping in these early hours of the day, but he wasn't. The rustic male was prowling about, just like he used to when he had been beta. So far his plans to getting close to Nnoitra may have been slipping away, but he wasn't about to give up. The old scarred man was just about ready to rip apart anyone so that he could be close to the white male. Yet, there was a thing called respect in his way, and his love for this pack in an odd way. Tavros has to admit, since he came to this pack things had been far more interesting, he had found love that would never be returned yet he was still foolishly following it to make sure the lord was happy. His scar across his chest was nothing, if not for his skills despite being a small light weight fighter. Just like a viper.

The light barely drifted over the mountains in the land. Trickling everything in deep blue and black colors of the early morning. The crisp ending of winter was coming, just to bring joy to the man for he hated winter months for the most part. Summer was his time to be active. Though out of boredom he was wondering if anyone was going to come to entertain him any time soon. He was no longer registered to accept members at the borders. Yet, he patrolled anyway, for the good favor of the pack, it was the least he could do. It also gave him something to do.

Patrolling. It was a good way for him to occupy the insane amount of time he had now with Desdemona always away for pack business. But he was getting antsy. Extremely antsy. His wife was due any day now, but she insisted that she still needed to go out and take care of the pack. He'd tried to talk some sense into her, telling her that right now, her safety and the well-being of their children was much more important than anything in the pack. The pack wasn't going to self-combust just because she wasn't attending to it. But she wouldn't relent and so the ivory man wouldn't persist. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to worry. He would always worry. It came with the job description of being her husband. Powerful porcelain limbs carried the man through the Tortugan territory, his intent the borders. He wasn't sure where the secondary alpha Nnoitra had gone, but he was missing in action. There was really no one around that held any kind of high rank to possibly allow possible members to join, since Desdemona had demoted everyone. So Demonio took it upon himself to patrol his homeland, guard it from possible intruders and to speak to any wolves looking to become a part of the pack. He had been running into a lot of members lately, so he was expecting to run into someone today. There was no surprise when he got a whiff of a Tortuga wandering the area, a brute at that. Wanting to know who else was patrolling, the white man spurred himself forward, mismatched gaze spotting the rusty figure of the man ahead. Hello there! He called out to his fellow packmate, coming to a stop several yards away. Talk like this

She couldn?t sleep, and that was what had her up at this odd hour. Instead she found herself patrolling the territory, looking for something- anything to occupy some of her time. Something to amuse her. When the scent of two pack-mates hit her, unconsciously she turned, heading towards the pair. When she drew close to them she stopped for a moment, before pushing her way through the trees, the rustling doing well to make her known. She walked easily into the clearing, stopping near the pair, and offered the males a slight smile. Her jaws parted, allowing words to flow seamlessly from them. ?Morning.? Her voice was light, as her tail wagged gently behind her. God, she was so bored that talking with people- wasting time, was more entertaining than patrolling the quiet night alone. Green and blue eyes watched the pair, wondering why they were awake so early. Was something going on? ?I do not believe that I have had the pleasure of meeting either of you.? She began, her head tilting slightly to the right. ?My name is Juno.? Her tone was conversational, not cold to dissuade them from talking to her, but nor was it her intention to be the sole carrier of the conversation. Ear flicking she waited for one of them to reply, even if the reply was less than welcoming. Speech,