The young warrior prince trotted carefully forward, midnight blue gaze scanning the area in front of him warily, the tip of his tail twitching once as he stopped at the edge of a border marker, sniffing slightly wondering if they ever renewed their markers. Back in his old pack, you could literally smell the border markers from the other side of the world but his expression remained the same usual impassive, serious look. Should he start again in this pack? Perhaps it would be good to settle down again but he wondered if it would be a good idea before shrugging. What did it matter now anyways? He was free to go whenever he chose to, the first pack he had truly loved and sworn loyalty to was gone, its members either scrambled all across the world or formed a new pack and the tywysog knew that he wouldn't be able to find them. They might be on the other side of the world for all he knew.

The jet black male rose to his full height, shook his thick fur, tilted his muzzle into the air and howled. A loud clear sound that traveled for miles, surely alerting the blaenwraig of the pack. Perhaps once they arrived, he would be able to determine whether or not he would join. He had learnt that many of the pack's attitudes and behaviors mirrored those of the Alphas. If an Alpha was a useless pile of shit then the pack would also be a useless pile of shit but if the Alpha was an intelligent resourceful leader then the pack would be a strong and mighty one.

The warrior prince sank down onto his haunches and wrapped his dark tail elegantly around his jet black paws, head tilted to stare and analyze whoever who decided to come.

It was not long before a wolf of the pack approached him and the first thing that came into the warrior prince's mind was hot. That wolf was handsome, muscles rippling beneath his beautiful agouti coat. His old pack knew that he liked both genders and they didn't mind but here, in this new place, things might be different and he was careful not to ruin his chances of getting into this pack. Besides if he had to pretend he was straight it would be alright, after all he liked both genders, it shouldn't really be a massive problem, unless that is, he fell for a male.

Midnight blue eyes caught the way he lifted himself up, probably to show that he was one of the higher ranking members. The welsh prince didn't really care whether he was a lower rank or a higher rank. It wouldn't actually matter unless he was accepted into the pack. "State your name and business," said the gorgeous agouti male in front of him. The warrior prince had noticed how the other was examining him closely and resisted the urge to grab him by the scruff and ask him what was he doing but this wasn't his old sea pack anymore, he was no longer the warrior prince, he was just a loner.

"Of course" he replied in his calm, quiet voice. Making sure not to meet the other wolf's eyes, he remained sitting down with his tail curled around his paws-he did not feel like he needed to submit just yet- and spoke again. “Yr wyf yn Cadfael Ddraig Galonmôr ac yr wyf yn dymuno ymuno eich pecyn." he spoke in Welsh, forgetting that English was the common language here.

After a few minutes he realized his mistake, "I apologize, I forgot that English is the common language here. I am Cadfael Ddraig Galonmôr. Ddraig is my nickname, it means dragon in English." he flashed a quick look at the other male before looking at the spot beside him again. "I wish to join this pack," he spoke simply and waited.

The warrior prince's thoughts drifted off to the roman he had met on his journey here and suppressed a smile at the memories. They had fought each other, argued over and over again but in the end they became closer than brothers. But in a way they were totally different, if he was in a situation like the dragon was in right now, he would have replied with a sarcastic comment and a smirk but the dark prince was totally different. While he was cautious, the roman was brave. While he was serious, the other always seemed to be able to pull off a smirk and a sarcastic comment. And if he was in his place now, he would never have submitted but the dragon prince knew that to get accepted, he should probably show respect to the other higher ranking pack wolf.

Slowly he lowered his head in submission, crouched down, his tail lowered and ears flattened. “Do you prefer Cadfael, or Ddraig?” The dark prince almost laughed aloud when he said the words. Even the roman spoke it better than the male in front of him did but his expression did not change as he replied in his soft, quiet voice. "Wolves usually only call me Cadfael on formal occasions," his ears twitched. "Ddraig will do when its not a formal occasion.".

“And for the usual spiel, why should Swiftcurrent Creek welcome you in to its home? What are your strengths?” He was about to answer when the agouti male added “And what are your weaknesses?” He must have thought the warrior prince stupid if he thought he would tell him his weaknesses. Perhaps he should leave now, after all what kind of wolf would ask for his weaknesses but perhaps it was a matter of trust. Pack mates did have to trust each other after all.

"I am an excellent fighter and tactician, a good explorer and diplomat and an aspiring healer. I am responsible and will be loyal to Swiftcurrent Creek." he said. "As for my weaknesses, I can be a bit too cautious at times and think too much before acting. I guess I keep placing myself in danger to protect those I care about, I suppose its both a strength and a weakness." he said in his lightly accented tongue.

“We could use warriors, outriders and hunters, Cadfael,” The male in front of him reminded him briefly of the roman who would have made a statement like that but he sensed that they were mostly different. “Even more importantly, we could use a healer. Our previous one recently departed.” These packs here were weird, back in his old pack everyone knew how to heal because everyone knew how to fight. If they were stranded, they could heal themselves and fight at the same time but apparently things here were different.

The dragon prince raised his dark head to follow the gorgeous's agouti male's gaze towards the distance mountains. “I am Scimitar – the pack Beta. Bazi is your Alpha. Welcome to the Creek.” His gaze was unreadable as Scimitar trotted forward and nudged him gently on the cheek. He inhaled the Beta's scent before reluctantly withdrawing. “And stay clear of members from The Sunspire pack. We have an uneasy truce.”

"Yes, of course." he murmured softly as his midnight blue gaze briefly scanned over the Beta's attractive body and crouching down slightly to lick the underside of Scimitar's chin in submission.

“Did you want a tour, or do you want to explore things yourself?” Scimitar's words shook the ebony prince out of his thoughts. "A tour would be nice, if you have the time." he replied in his lightly accented voice. He would've rather spoke welsh but it seems that nobody here spoke the language. He was adapting rather well but still, couldn't there be at least one wolf that spoke his native tongue?

His blue gaze scanned briefly over the Beta's gorgeous body before quickly moving to gaze at his surroundings. He wondered if the Beta himself was going to take him on the tour, if that was what was going to happen. His crappy day just turned into one of the best days of his life.