He had spent enough time wallowing in his den and communicating with the spirits. He had become more than convinced of the otherworldly presences lingering on the mountain and now it was time he showed himself to the pack the same way the pack had shown itself to him. Only a priest like himself could communicate with the spirits and act as a conduit for their power, it was his duty to perform his services as they were needed and his goal to shake disbelief from an of those who might doubt their existence. He threw his head back and with a cry summoned the Apollyon and any others who were curious to see the magic thriving underneath their very paws. Behind him a faint glow illuminated his den. Candles- a mystic art in themselves burned slowly, flickering lightly and illuminating his den in a way no other wolf knew how. The knowledge of how to craft them had been passed from teacher to student for generations until the knowledge finally reached him. He had no doubt the leader would find them impressive, but it would hardly be the only thing he found remarkable. "Talk"  Thought others

Drakan had been poking around the volcano for the past couple days, trailing along the borders and making certain that everything was still in order on the pack's borders. Aside from a couple of fallen trees that didn't survive the winter, nothing seemed to be amiss. He would be back to clear those logs later, but the call of a fellow packmate got his attention. Steady paws carried him across the rocky terrain to the howl's origination. On arrival, Drakan was met with a sight he had never seen before- a wolf with the most oddball coloration. It was so unnatural, he thought. He had only ever seen coloration like that on a tropical bird, yet... Here stood this wolf. Living and breathing.

Drakan caught glimpse of the candle light that danced about on the walls of the cave behind the odd male. His brows furrowed as he questioningly stared at it. He had seen fire before when Grom would create it to brand the soldiers, but never in this calming manner. "I have not met you before... I am Drakan." His deep voice echoed into the surrounding terrain. "What are you doing in there?" Drakan nodded off in the direction of the cave behind him, obviously curious of what was going on. Without having any true influence of religion throughout his life, Drakan wasn't entirely sure what to think about the Ruina culture. Did they worship gods or did they have some other spiritual purpose? Drakan's warm-toned gaze fell upon the form of the uniquely colored male, scanning for some sort of truth to all of this religious chatter.

"Speech." Thoughts.