He hadn't been there long, but already his home was known.

He patrolled the very same route he had taken with Kavik the night they had met, two dark males across the side of the river that night. It was a nice night a peaceful night. And this late afternoon, the Demon prowled the borders with intent to make himself recognized around the pack.

Head hung low, the Zeta trotted through the brush as he rubbed across the passed trees. It had not only relieved an itch, but passed his scent across the bark that this neck of the woods had been scanned by him. Upon the plateau, nothing was to be left untouched. It caused security, and allowed no misjudgement on whether there has been eyes there. The river on his left and the woods on his right, he ensured both were sell within his low sights, ears working easily to transcribe what all happened arround him. Dark navy fur reflected the ripples of the river with mystical gleam, head hung low as his muscles had stiffened this way. And in this journey, the dark brute came across a gust of wind that came bearing either a gift,
or a curse.

With the ease of someone who knew not caution but silent confidence, the growing mass of muscle turned on a large paw, stalking his way back to where the wind blew. Not too long after he began the goal, a short baritone signalled his suspicion. Heavy feet traveled quickened speeds, rushing him to this knock upon their threshold. And luckily he was already near, having not to run too far.

Approaching through the slits of light cast from both water and moonlight, hefty paws crunched through the driftwood and pebbles of the river's bank. A wolf was before him, slightly smaller smaller than himself, but not too far it made up with the ability for the unknown wolf to keep his head up as opposed to Siqsa, who in fact, could not lift his own crown.
But regardless, the dark navy male spoke as though nothing chanced that.

"State your business, stranger."

He took a step back, enough room to let the Alpha have his way with the new blood. Head downcast but volcanic eyes alight and trained on the company, the Zeta waited for the slightest hair of words to be misplaced by this mail, and given the oppertunity to rid them of this new being's presecence. How would he have fared if he had been crossed by the same party? Would he be shy, as well?

It was near clear there was nothing to fear, as this male was timid, nervous of being confronted, and aiming to be seen as no threat. Siqsa smirked at the ideal, and remembered Flicker's words. Though he hadn't imagined the woman would have attacked him, she did, and that set him straight. And with time, his abillity to hear those behind him improved with extreme speeds. Speaking of,

Delicate steps issued the arrival of another, and the perfume which came with it hinted to exactly who it was. The Alphess. Moving over, the dark navy male gave them ample room to be next to each other as he wiped the smirk off of his face; it might not have pleasing either of them for him to be seen being a smartass at this time. And in the harsh glare of the passing day hours, he stayed with the group until dissmissed, until which he slung himself back into the shadows of the Plateau, watching and waiting for the wrong move to be made.