Moonspear infestation, oppression, possession

The silver boy has arrived first to receive the call, but Llewellyn is not far behind, having just been on one of his usual patrols in the wake of the sisters' absence. The man at the border sends chills down his spine. Dark fur--but different, from Hydra, from Amekaze. No, this man in looks reminds him too much of Ioan and kin, and a growl bubbles in his throat without volition as he trots to the border, though it calms before he comes to a stop.

"What is your purpose here?" Llewellyn asks brusquely, giving the stranger an unflinching stare. He had exchanged words with Revui--are they familiar? He glances down at the boy, hoping he'll catch the question in his eyes and perhaps give him some idea as to who this is. Why they were here.

Was this just a man looking for a pack, or was there something more sinister afoot? Surely the latter scenario wouldn't come wrapped in a call for all to hear?