The morning was chilly, frost touched the grasses under foot as Regi headed in a random direction. He had no idea what he was doing with his life, which up to this point had painfully summed up Regi's life so far. A lot of aimless wandering. He'd lived in Donnelaith and then wandered back to Venia Dei only to find life back in his natal pack well ...not what he wanted. As much as Regi loved his mother he didn't want to have to spend the rest of his life taking care of her. Arachne couldn't help her child-like disposition towards life and Regi knew that but there was something both taxing and heartbreaking about realizing that he'd became more mature than his mother would probably ever be. That somehow he'd became the parent and she the child. She'd done the best for him she could and obviously she must have done something right when she raised him but the best wolves suited for taking care of her were in Venia Dei. Muninn was better at it than him, had more patience then him, but then again Muninn was her eldest brother and since his grandfather (Isi's) death had been taking care of all his younger siblings.

Part of Regi felt guilty but another part of him believed (as he had the last time) that he'd done the right thing for her. Leaving her to someone who was much more qualified as opposed to an adult who ….despite his best (or were they?) efforts couldn't seem to get or keep his shit together. Once more he found himself in Teekon Wilds, wondering how long he could stay this tour. His steps slowed to a halt when he began to near a scent borders, leaving more than a respectable distance between them and himself, his golden gaze sweeping the territory within the borders. He still had no idea what he was doing, but what better way to throw caution to the wind other than to just dive right in, head first?

He tipped his muzzle skyward and let out a howl to announce his presence upon the borders known. He adjusted his posture to be half submissive and half neutral, waiting for someone to come and greet him.

The approach of the first man was aggressive, which served to confuse the Frostfur-DiSarinno who hadn't done anything to warrant the aggression, as far as he was aware. There was plenty of distance between him and the borders and all he'd done was call for an audience. Keep your cool, he reminded himself taking a step back and lowering his posture, his gaze flitting to the second male that approached who held his gaze. The desire to let it rile was strong and he swallowed back the copper taste in his mouth. The fuck? He was just here to seek an audience not be bullied into submission. His nostrils flared and there was a slight twist to his lips. The fact was: he was outnumbered and realistically he couldn't take them both on at one time should they attack. He lowered his body further, ears slicking to rest back against his skull. He might have been confrontational by nature and sometimes lacked a filter between his brain and mouth he knew when the odds were decidedly not in his favor and his instinct to preserve his life was (thankfully) much stronger that his instinct to fight back when he was cornered. Maybe if he had nothing to lose ...but he was not yet that desperate.

“Listen, mates, I don't want no trouble,” He told them in a peaceful tone. He'd gotten himself into plenty of trouble over his almost two year span of life and in this moment he really didn't want any trouble. “I just want an audience with your Alphas, s'all.” Looked like he picked the worst pack to decide to join if the two males challenging him for what he thought to be nothing more than calling for an audience with their leader(s) was anything to go by. Admittedly, right now, he was regretting his choice a good bit.

As if on cue a fire kissed woman came into the view, her figure breaking through the trees. Her scent was tantalizing and Regi's nostrils flared as he drew it in. It stirred awake otherwise dormant desires in him and he understood the “red ear”'s — as the dark pelted man had called the aggressive man — aggressive approach. It all made sense now that the fiery alpha was before him. She was in her estrus cycle and that told him all that he needed to know. He struggled for a moment with whether he should be flattered that he was seen as a “threat” or not. Now wasn't the time to dwell upon it for the Alpha had addressed him and was no doubt expecting a response.

Salmon pink tongue slid across his jowls before he spoke, “I was wondering if you had a spot for me in you're pack, ma'am,” He admitted. “I'm strong, I can fight and guard the borders, I can hunt and I'm good at scouting out territories and paths through them.” He did not come without skills, neither did he come unprepared to rattle them off. Regi had the advantage of being built like a heavy hitter. He was not habitually as fast as someone less bulky than him but what he lacked in speed he made up for in force. As his words hung in the air between the four of them his gaze did not waver from the Alpha, though the other two male's did not go ignored. Though their presences felt largely unnecessary to him — did she really need them to handle her job? — they did not seem to have any intentions of leaving anytime soon, Regi freely assumed and so he tried to focus mainly upon their fire-kissed alpha.