Readjusting to civilised life was more difficult than he thought, mostly he’d avoided his family thus far. They were a different breed, not bad.. different. It was taking the near recluse a moment to get used to everything. He embraced the challenge though, and continued with his work. He still hadn’t been back to reclaim that sample of sticky tar, maybe he’d take a walk that direction today and get it. He was still trying to find his purpose, a feat that didn’t come easily. He wasn’t made for hunting and he couldn’t even protect himself. The albino magician shook himself as he raised his eyes to the sky as it slowly lightened with morning.

He had spoken to Deathbelle about his pack - about the warrior heavy side of things, and his lack of teachers. It had been here, clever Empress that she was, that had suggested Eliphas. The lost lamb that had joined the fold of Klein royalty in the Ashen Empire. He had been an interesting wolf to talk to, and it was easy to see his strengths lay more in lecturing then fighting.

He found the Albino wolf with ease, flagging him down with a fanged smile as he came closer. “Eliphas, settling in well?” he asked conversationally as the Warlord settled himself in beside the man. As always, he was more polite to a Klein then to a stranger - so long as that Klein hadn’t bullied Zee.

Disjointed thought played through his head as he sought solace from the crowds of Ashen. Crowds of puppies mostly. Eli wasn’t sure he’d ever seen so many young all in one place before. He sighed heavily and sat back onto his haunches as the sound of Sirius was suddenly caught from behind him. Pale ears were perked in curiosity as dual toned eyes shifted to the warlord. He was a huge wolf, but didn’t forget his manners. Eliphas offered a similar friendly smile in return. ”Not as well as I had anticipated.” He admitted while looking up towards the brute. ”I was raised in a much different place than the Empire.” He chuckled softly, trying to shrug off his weaknesses.