He had put a great deal of thought into how to make these meetings interesting enough to be worth finishing his round before going back to his crew, but the distance between the last pack and this one was too short to come up with a decent plan of mischief. Maybe he'd have to settle for just planning on raiding later to make up for the boredom now. He considered taking a piss on the nearest border marker, but the whole ordeal was making him irritable. Might as well just get it over with.

Flopping his haunches on the border with a distinctly grumpy huff, he opened his mouth in a demanding call for the alpha. While he waited, not even bothering to stifle the yawn that gaped his jaws, he peered into the lands. Another grassland that looked like it had better than decent hunting. Reminded him a lot of the land he grew up in, and in fact if he remembered correctly his paternal grandmother had ruled over this land before her disappearance. He wondered idly whether it was worth being offended that someone had claimed a family land so he had an excuse to dislike the alpha here, but he'd certainly never been attached to that part of the family since they'd all been gone long before he'd been born, and even his mother's family had all vanished, so it seemed a bit pointless. Besides, he'd never really needed a reason to dislike someone.

He grinned suddenly. Maybe that's why he was such a shiftless demon of a wolf. A rootless drifter without any extended family to keep him grounded. Well it certainly made him a whole hell of a lot more interesting than anyone he'd met who did have an extensive family around them growing up. Maybe having grandparents around made you boring and dull.

He yawned again, then peered slit-eyed into the plains. "What about you, buddy? You going to bore me too?" he muttered aloud.

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

He was padding through the tall grass, trailing a rabbit in hopes of setting up an ambush outside its warren when the breeze filtering through the rippling waves of the plains brought an unfamiliar, yet familiar scent to his nose, and his head lifted as he puzzled over it for a moment, though his paws had automatically turned away from his path to head in that direction. It was a male, and an alpha, judging by the scent. And yet there was something familiar about the smell. He pondered circling around until he judged himself to be parallel to the visitor, wondering if he could test his forest craft on this one to gather a little information before actually facing him. Probably it would have been far easier to accomplish this feat in the Moor next door, where the mists that pervaded that land year-round muffled scents and hindered sight. He wasn’t too worried about sound. He’d long since mastered moving quickly with care, and he’d memorized nearly every inch of his own lands by now. He was more certain that his own bright red coat would give him away. In the end, he shrugged, breaking into a long trot, choosing a more direct approach. He broke from the tall grass just as the howl rang out. He could see the male just before he came out. Quite a large male, with canines that caught Regulus’ attention immediately with some interest. It wasn’t the markings that came across as surprising; when you were bright red, unusual was normal. He was just in time to catch the gist of the mutter on the wind, and as he drew nearer, he responded with a slight grin. “Well, that remains to be seen; what do you find boring?” Unlike his smaller sister, he bore clear marks of his fights, from the visible claw marks over the crescent shaped scar from the tiger and the boar before him, to the newer marks that festooned his right cheek, and a more concealed scar just above the right elbow of his foreleg. The slightest hitch of his gait was just another mark. His brief once over of the male took in the brawn, and the younger age, before his own haunches lowered to the ground, hocks gathered beneath him. He didn’t have enough knowledge of this one to be entirely relaxed, though his outward appearance was relaxed and amicable. His intuition said that this one could be trouble, or at the very least, someone to keep a watch on at a distance. “I’m Regulus Adravendi, Archangel of Celestial. What brings you to my borders?” Business like, respectful. As long as this male didn’t start anything, Regulus had no reason to be anything else.

His gaze tracked over the bright red wolf that answered his call, and one side of his mouth quirked up in a sardonic grin. "What do I find boring? So far, old men who are only alpha because no one cared enough to take their pack away from them. Not usually fellows as big and red as you, though who knows, you might be an exception." He gave the guy a leisurely study. A fighter, well enough, despite the frippery around his neck. Of a size with Chaos himself which was unusual, and built along heavier lines than the balanced build Chaos had inherited from his father. Not nearly so handsome as Chaos if he did say so himself. No markings at all, no major surprises there, past the color, and after Artemis and her sister there wasn't much startling to him in coloration though Iskra's red was much less... flamboyant. "Name's Chaos Saxe, boss over the crew in Fenrir's Maw." A curious tilt to his head, eyes glinting impishly. "So which one was it then, your mom or your dad?" His grin widened perceptively. "That fucked a cardinal, I mean."

Regulus Anatolii Adravendi

Regulus chuckled at the male’s response, though he had to wonder which ’old men’ the male meant. Both Bass and Leo were older wolves, but Leo had defended his pack, and Bass had never struck Regulus as boring. To each their own, he supposed. He couldn’t help the grin at Chaos’ tongue in cheek question, though. Likely his parents would have been affronted, but the idea of having children with a bird broke the slight veneer of obliviousness he had about the birds and the bees. A brow raised as he quipped back “I’d think that would be deeply uncomfortable for the bird if my father had bred with the poor cardinal. Which of yours fucked the tiger?” Turnabout was fair play.

Chaos gave a loud snort of incredulous laughter at the red wolf's parry. "Can't have been a whole lot of fun for your mom, itty bitty as a bird is." His jaws gaped wide in a grin that left his tongue lolling alongside one long fang. The idea of one of his parents screwing a tiger - while gross, and not an image he wanted in his head like... at all - wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility, considering his father's history of sexual exploits. He had two sets of half-siblings in addition to his own older siblings, not to mention he himself had been conceived while his parents very deliberately trespassed in another pack's home. Finding out one of his parents fucked a tiger on a dare wouldn't really be hard to believe. It would be terribly impressive to brag about, though...

"Don't let my dad hear you say that," he warned jokingly. "Can't have anyone impugning the honor of the mother of Valentine Imperialis' heirs you know." As much as he was carrying on the joke, he was also taking the opportunity to name-drop, shamelessly playing on his father's lingering reputation to give himself a leg up in establishing his own name. He also really, really doubted that his dad would have ever been in any way offended or jealous of Cascade screwing someone else, both of them being firm believers in the healthful benefits of non-monogamy though Cascade hadn't ever been interested in anyone else that Chaos knew of.

He settled back in a very relaxed posture to regard the bright red male. "Well, congratulations, you have my interest, Regulus Adravendi." Not, he added silently with a glint of mischief, that it would protect Celestial if Chaos or one of his Crew got it in their head to go raiding, but at least it made for a much more interesting encounter.