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It was in the dead of night that he did approach, pelt lit by the stars and the moon - they casted down a magnificent spotlight upon his worn body, paling his fur and sparkling in his eyes. Shadows crept longingly from their caverns and unknown creatures slithered from their dens to feed in the safety of darkness, where they could drape themselves in black and hide from the hungry jaws of predators; it was a dangerous time too, for many hunters did stalk the night, tracking down the prey that were brave enough to test them and their capabilities.

The smoky traveller paused, leathery nose widening with the inhales of air he took - a pack rested here, alongside the creek. His body tensed, as though preparing for some vicious beast to come sauntering out of the darkness with gaping jaws, ready to consume him in his nightmares. Nothing came. It was only the chirping of grasshoppers that met his ears, the gentle swish of water and humming of idle wildlife that embraced him. He was as still as a stone statue, frozen in place by the very muscles underneath his skin, but with time they relaxed, body seeming to slump as the exhaustion took hold. He would not collapse, no, but he was in dire need of a rest. Sleep did not come with ease, and his eyes had not closed for a great time.

With a look of solemnity upon his chiselled features, the valento's muzzle reached hesitantly into the air and from betwixt his lips came a summon - he would wait here, prepare for wolves to approach and question his presence at their borders. The idea of uniting with a pack disgusted him, in reality, for he was a lone wolf at heart. He had been raised on the road, with only one wolf as companion. Why was he doing this again? Oh yeah, an experiment. Testing the waters.

That's what this was.
Where she'd detected both Constantine and Aria's presence along Swiftcurrent's outskirts in the form of fresh scent markers, Durnehviir noted that Viinturuth continued to evade her. She wished to give him some space to think things through, hence why she'd did her best to ignore the itch to pursue his trail. More than anything, the russet Frostfur wished to support her children - but how could she, was she herself was so close to faltering?

Her firstborn's temper had flared when last she saw him, but he'd been collected enough from snapping at her in the same manner she had toward her mate. Viinturuth was stronger than her: he walked away, allowing himself the time to reign in his anger before words could do everlasting damage. Her heart yearned for his peace of mind and she couldn't help but worry that his mistrust of her might sever their bond.

Torn, she wanted to bring Viinturuth's distance to the attention of Constantine. She wanted to clack her fangs at his snout, punish him for allowing his need for Aria's companionship to fracture their family, though she instead chose to let him come to her. In large part, Durnehviir hadn't expected her co-Alpha  and his wayward dove to return and amidst her concern for her teenage pups, she seethed in silence that the swarthy Mayfair had opted to maintain his distance.

The crimson wolfess prowled in the night, unable to find peace in her slumber. She trailed along the creek's edge, a fiery lobe cupped in its direction to listen fondly to the thrum of rushing water. Durnehviir found some solace in the territory's namesake and, pausing, she looked out over the shimmering surface with solemn champagne eyes to exhale a heavy breath.

Much to her surprise, the summons that rose from the border drew her attention away. She pressed on into the night, tail thrust over her hindquarters as she weaved through the foliage and presented herself to the rogue male with her crown thrust high. Greeting him with a low rumble, the dragoness' gaze roved curiously over his sterling figure before settling firmly on his masculine features. She uttered no words, merely pricked an ear in silent question: why have you come?
While his breaths pooled into the air as a cloud of grey, something did emerge from the darkness, but a monster it was not. Apple-green orbs met those of the dragoness' before he averted his eyes, placing his stare at a lower part of her cheek; it was something his mother had taught him, and perhaps he would have forgot if his instincts hadn't taken the lead and nudged his memory. The smoky traveller was met with silence, but he took this as his cue to speak.

"My name is Soltero... I wish to join your ranks, if you will have me." Courtesy, that was the key, or so he'd been told. The Valento's tail was already hanging low, and his head had dipped in both greeting and a display of respect. What else did he have to do? His tongue drew out to sweep across his dry lips, taking a moment to think of his words before he allowed them to tip from his jaws. "I am a wanderer, I do not excel in one particular trade but have picked up skills from many, and can use my knowledge to aid you and your pack if it is desired." His many, many moons of travelling in his lonesome had proved beneficial to his survival, for he had learned very soon of the dangers of the world. He had fought, it showed in the muscles that could be spied from underneath his skin, and the hard glint in his gaze despite the submission it bore.
I fail at Durnehviir, lol. Fading this here since it's ancient.   xD

The ashen loner was straight-forward, which she appreciated. He shared with her his name and his intention, and the dragoness let her muscles slacken somewhat. Champagne eyes roved the stranger's posture quietly, noting his averted stare and the limpness of his tail, though her own remained arched proudly over her hindquarters as she let him continue.

"Very well," she concluded, tongue slipping between her fangs to trace her upper lip as she took a single stride closer. She paused only for a moment, nostrils flared as she breathed deep the rogue's scent, before she pressed onward to carefully close the distance between them. When close enough, the crimson Alphess rumbled a low warning as she leaned near to him, reaching out with her delicate muzzle to better test his pelt. "I am Durnehviir," she told him, pulling away to seek the ivory of his features before motioning him to follow her deeper into Swiftcurrent territory.