It had been a long time since he had been here. Not to this particular area, but in Boreas. He'd been away for the better part of his life after ditching Ashen when he was younger, but now after being back in Boreas for a season or so, he decided it was time to find a pack that might fit his ideals. He was not aware of the Abraxas band that roamed, but even if he did, who was to say they'd even accept him? He wasn't aware of other Abraxas other than his deceased father and the half-sibling Kleins that he had disowned ages ago. He was a stickler for his religion. He didn't shove it in the face of others, but others would know his stance on it given the opportunity.

After being away so long, he decided he ought to try and find somewhere to try and integrate himself. To build a foundation brick by brick, whatever that may be. He knew little of the packs here, and so he simply made his way to the nearest one on his journey. The scents of the borders told him there were many here, but none that he recognized. Green gaze surveyed the woods, keeping a sharp eye on the other side to see if anyone was around. With the amount of scents, surely someone was out patrolling this way, no? Just in case, he tilted his head back and uttered a low pitched howl to at least make his presence known if someone didn't see him first.

"Speech"

The howl at the border sent Azure damn near rocketing to his paws, his first instinct being that the pirates had returned for another round of escalation. With the Armada left in his care and his parents nursing a brand new litter, it was up to Azure to meet this stranger at the border. The realisation was as freeing as it was stressful. Loping hurriedly through the trees, he came up fast upon the man, tail flagged and teeth faintly visible behind his lips.

"You've arrived at the border of the Armada. I am it's alpha, Azure Fatalis. Identify yourself." His words were brisk, but Azure carefully controlled his tone to not come across as outright rude or impatient. It was not how Sirius would give a greeting to a random loner who came to their border, but Sirius had also not yet been in the situation of diplomacy during the middle of a potential brewing war. He sent a sharp glance behind the man to see if others were waiting in the wings, and then came to a stop before him and waited.

"Speech"