Here he was. Back at the beginning. He could smell Avalon here, though Dragons scent was faint. That didn't matter though, this was where he had been born all those years ago and he knew this was where his only family would return. In a way, Avalon and her kin were all he had left. He had become separated from Acapella somewhere during the eruption, and had no clue where she was. He tried to track her down, but couldn't. He only hoped she was out there somewhere, safe and sound. Maybe she had even returned to her old pack...but he wasn't going to check. They were no friends of his, though perhaps they'd taken pity on their blind family member. Whatever the case, he was here without her. As much as he wished she was here, but he had grown too accustomed to loss and being left behind that he had slowly started to feel indifferent about it all. The coldness returned to his glittering blue eyes, and he called for the alpha, whoever it was, so he could rejoin the family that had always been there for him. "Talk"

An unfamiliar call beckoned him to the border, and Ace dropped what he was doing to answer it. He didn't recognize the voice nor who he saw standing there, but the male looked well over the age of a kid and held himself like someone who had been through some shit. Curious, Ace approached the male and dipped his head to him. "Welcome to Winterfell, ho-" He didn't get to finish before the male cut him off with a sharp tone, "Cut the formalities and I'll get straight to the point....." Ace's brows shot up in surprise, and he was very much caught by surprise. There were very few that had the balls to speak to an alpha that way, but perhaps this man had a reason. Regardless of what it was, and still shocked, he shut his mouth and let the dual toned man say his piece. "Speech"