Majesty was resting on the shore of the island, one not facing the mainland. It was around midday, and he was simply lounging. He'd already done all of the things he needed to do that day - hunt, renew the border markings, take his daily run. Now he was sleepy and the sun was warm, so he had decided to take a nap on the sand, listening to the seagulls. His eyes were just beginning to feel droopy when he heard the sound of Silvermane calling for him from the mainland side of the island.

Immediately, he was up, the sleepiness gone from his body. He began to run towards the direction the howl, and then a cramp shot up his back right leg. He tumbled into the sand and lay there for a moment, wondering what had just happened, and when he stood back up, his leg gave a painful twinge. Great, he thought to himself. I've overworked my legs, I suppose. I hope Silvermane isn't in trouble.

He made his way ever-so-slowly towards the Gamma, and as he neared him, he picked up another scent. A wolf - a female wolf, though she smelled young. A pup. What was a pup doing on the Isle? All by herself? Majesty quickened his pace and suddenly saw them sitting together on the shore. "Silvermane!" he called out. "What is going on?" He continued to limp forward. "I am sorry I am late, friend. My leg decided to cramp up on me." He grinned, and then asked, "And who is this little girl?"

Majesty smiled kindly down at the pup. "Hello, Onyx," he said quietly, so as not to scare her. "I am Majesty, which you probably already guessed." He gave a light chuckle. "I am the Alpha of this pack. How did you get here, little one? Did you swim all the way here? You're very brave if you did."

He sat down and looked over at Silvermane, and then back at the pup. "Were you, perhaps, thinking of joining us? Where is your birth pack? You look too young to be on you own." The pup's appearance bothered him. He was worried for her, but also worried that some angry mother wolf was going to come storming onto the island, demanding to have her pup back and making a scene. He had to know why the pup was there before he went forward with any sort of plan.

Majesty suddenly had a very good idea of what was going on, though he hoped to the gods it wasn't true. Still, he had to ask. He had to be sure. "Do you mean..." he began hesitantly. "Do you mean your mother is... dead?" He shook his head. "I promise I won't talk about it or ask you questions about it if she is. I just need to fully understand why you're here and not with a guardian. Have you no one else to look after you?"

If the mother was dead, then it was a sad day, indeed. But Majesty swore to himself he would instantly take her in if that was the case. He was not going to leave a pup out in the wilderness to die. He looked upon her with kind amber eyes, willing her to answer, though he didn't want to push her too hard.

Majesty sighed with sadness as the young wolf gave a nod that, yes, her mother was dead. At least now he knew for sure. "I am sorry," he said quietly, bowing his head for a moment. Then he looked up at her again. "You are welcome to join my pack, little one. You are probably too young now to know what trades you want, but later on I will ask you what skills you can provide for the pack. For now, get your strength up. Get some rest, some water, some food. Welcome to the pack."

He stood, dipped his head to Onyx, and then to Silvermane, and said, "You may take from our cache so that you do not have to hunt if you don't want to. I look forward to seeing you grow as time goes on." With one last smile, he was gone.