The black prince strode through Swiftcurrent Creek territories, mentally creating a map so he would remember the places and borders at his new pack. He didn't call it home just yet because he knew that maybe he would leave soon. Every pack that he had joined, he'd left some weeks later. His paws seemed to think that he did not belong there but perhaps finally he would stay for at least a month or two at the Creek.

The dark warrior approached the Creek borders and began patrolling, it helped take his mind off things and gave him time to himself. He wasn't known to be a outgoing, funny wolf in fact he was quite the opposite. Having a serious and calm demeanour. A small part of his brain wondered if he was going to meet any of his new packmates today, one half of him wanted to meet someone while the other did not.

“Gadewch iddynt ddod, gadewch iddyn nhw fynd" he muttered to himself, raising his head to gaze at the path in front of him with midnight blue gaze, sleek pelt gleaming in the sunlight.

He paused and turned his midnight blue gaze onto the ivory Alphess, his tail hanging low and dipping his head as she walked towards him. Now there was one trait that wolves found extremely annoying about the welsh prince, that he was brutally honest. So when the snow queen spoke "Keeping us ladies safe?", he answered with a brusk "No, I'm patrolling the borders.". He knew it was annoying but they would have to get use to it, he wasn't going to stop just for their sakes, lying was just not in his nature.

"You must be Bazi, the Alpha here." he spoke in his lightly accented voice, his expression was impassive, closed off, his gaze as usual was filled with some kind of deep sadness as if he had been living for a long time and experienced a lot.

"I am Bazi, yes. and you're Cadfael.. with an accent. Where is it from? There's another wolf here with a heavy accent - Kieran - who is almost impossible to understand. Yours is.. softer."

A faint smile graced his lips, "Wolves only call me Cadfael on formal occasions, you may call me Ddraig. It means Dragon in your language," he spoke in a voice filled with calmness and strength. "I'm Welsh," he replied with a regal dip of his head, something that he used when he was still a prince of his pack. “A chi yw'r frenhines y gilfach." he said as an example of his native tongue.

He didn't like talking about his past, in fact it would probably take a wolf at least three months to even make a chink through his rock-hard armor. It had taken the Roman a month to get through him but he was different, the other wolf had something about him that made the welsh prince trust him. It wasn't going to be that easy for anyone else.

"I like that. Sounds feisty.. like it should be a monster in a children's tale." He laughed softly at that, a gentle rumbling sound coming from his throat. He supposed it did although in the tales that the mothers in his welsh pack told their children, dragons were saviors. But perhaps here in these Wilds, tales and stories were different. He didn't know, he was just a new wolf here.

"What does that mean?" she asked, a brief smiled crossed his dark face. "It means you are the queen of the creek." he said matter of factly, sturdy paws sinking into the ground as he moved with the silent grace of a panther. "Do you do this often? Walk out and scare newcomers?" his tone indifferent as he spoke.

"Yes. I don't think you're scared of me, though." he smiled. "You never know," he replied in his lightly accented voice but truthfully he wasn't scared of any wolf here. He doubted he had actually been scared of anyone before, scared for someone, yes but never scared of someone. After all you had to actually care to be scared and the welsh prince never actually cared about other stuff.

"What do you think of my King of the Creek?" he nearly laughed at that but because of the faint respect (respect only given because of her rank) he held for her, he didn't laugh instead shook his head briefly. “Brenin huh?" he tilted his head to look at the yearling. "Is he the Alpha beside you?" he asked because to him only the ultimate leader was king, the Beta was just the second in command. He knew Scimitar wasn't the Alpha but he felt the need to ask. He was a prince, an adopted son of the king and one of the best warriors.

"I assume you're talking about Scimitar?" he said. "He's alright I guess."