New Blood

[tristan]

{hey, just thought I'd make it official in IC too}

The fire-hued pelt of a wandering Varg was held in stunning contrast against the bleak gray clouds that littered the heavens and the glittering frost that clung to the brittle stalks of wild grass. It was a small dragga cub that had trekked to the outskirts of Deor, tail up in bold confidence as the cub inhaled the rich, thick scent of the pack he had come to find. It was Ingo, hoping to find a home in the pack.

Raising his growing snout to the dull rolling clouds, Ingo released a howl that, although it carried faint hints and traces of the majestic beauty of a fully mature and grown wolf, was stunningly high pitched and young. Pleased with his call after he had finished however, Ingo began to pad about, finding something to amuse himself whilst the members of Deor sought him out.

The time was growing and he was becoming increasingly agitated when, after the end of a few hours, he had received not even a reply. He was both frazzled and equally hoarse by the end of twenty minutes, and he looked out longingly at the Deor lands, wishing that he might mysteriously see a lupine figure running at him full speed, tail streaking behind it like a wild banner. Of course, the youth could see it in his mind's eye, but in reality it did not exist, and Ingo finally decided to look for the pack himself. Young and inexperienced as he was, Ingo did not realize that the reason for the lack of response was that he was a good ways away from the actual pack border, the wind having carried their scent for quite aways.

It was only when Ingo felt he had crossed quite deeply into their territory - in reality having only passed the border a few minutes ago - that he lifted up his muzzle and called again, his voice dry now from his extended howling session not long ago. Yet this time, his voice shouldn't have been called in vain...

[Chalos Autumn]

The second call was responded to immediately as Chalos, alert and standing erect at the opening of the Deor pack den - he felt most secure standing at the mouth of his sleeping place - perked his ears at the young male's call. He'd not recognised the howl, and his mind immediately deciphered the sound's host as a newcomer and stranger to Deor; Chalos even knew the tones of friends to the pack. Only moments after the sound had carried past him, the great Dragga answered with a call of his own - a bellowing howl that began from somewhere deep in his throat and rumbled richly in his chest.

Without allowing Ingo another moment alone in his territory, as it was dangerous for one to go solitary through Transylvania these days, the colossal alpha took off, leaping from the den and cantering pleasantly towards the stranger's scent. Eventually, the smell of Kerl came closer, and the strong yet youthful form of Ingo came into the sight of his lively, emerald occuli. A gentle bark sounded, and Chalos slowed to a quick trot, finally halting just a few yards away from the lone wolf.

"Stranger of Deor, what is your business here? I am dubbed Chalos Autumn, the Dragga of this pack. Have you come seeking comfort and family within our ranks?" He inquired with a friendly curiosity - his personality was quite different from his bulky, tall form, coloured shades of rust interwoven cleverly within a deepest-onyx pelt as dark as his brother's, Nocturnia Diiore. Luckily, his voice shared his welcoming ways, a gentle, deep tenor that thundered comfortingly from his throat and flowed smoothly into one's ears. "Ah, and I might add that I am quite apologetic on your wait for a response, though you aren't that far from the border one might not yet know whether you are an impatient soul or not.. The pack is low on population and is having difficulty getting things done.." A respectful creature, Chalos, always putting the needs and concerns of others before his own.. But then, this was the reason why Deor enjoyed his company, was it not?

[tristan]

Upon catching sight of the Dragga of Deor, the colossal onyx-and-rust shaded male, Ingo bowed his head with deep respect and his expressive ears swiveled upon his silken skull-crown to be pinned down in just another display of courtesy toward the massive Alpha. However, Chalos Autumn surprised Ingo for, although he knew of the pack reputation to be family-based, he did not expect someone so big and powerful to hold the sort of kindness in his rich voice, which made the cub feel much more comfortable upon hearing a chance to speak his request.

"My name sir?" He twitched his ears and peered upward, avoiding eye-contact but grazing the strong Dragga's powerful, eloquent jaws and abnormally marked facade. His ears flicked again, expressing his curiosity and willingness to want to please the pack of which this Dragga spoke. "I am called Ingo, Chalos Autumn. And yes, I desire to join your pack." He blinked and dropped his eyes to his paws, subconsciously realizing that this Dragga did not seem like the type to cast one such as Ingo out into the world after the request had been made. Of course, the cub did not know much about Chalos Autumn and wondered what he would say.