It was odd to say the least, how a handful of white wolves seem to be attracted to their forests. She remembered exactly around four wolves, and this encounter, making it a fifth. Upon approaching from the shadows of her forest, the King held a polite smile, she approached with a neutral stance but head held high, as noble as she believe she was, she prided herself to look the part.

"This is Kingslend, I am Célnes Déorwine, one of the Kings that lay claim here." As she heard the call, she was of course one of the first to follow. Cenric had caught the other one, and as sibling-rivarly would go, this was the amount she would give to him. Though truly did not have the High Elk's luck on her side, for everytime she was to the borders, the elken woman was always by someone they claimed to be cursed.

She of course, dared not think this one was considering on joining.

"What do you need?

As per' usual, her guard never leaving the side. He formally adapted to forshadowing in the background, and she gently eyed him so. Even Célnes could probably guess whatever the stoic man was thinking at the moment, for it was truly a.. Surprising scene, to say the least. She would never suspect a white wolf would even attempt to join them. While their more distasteful love for certain characteristics isn't wildly known, not too many seek to join the family-driven pack of Kingslend.

Surprisingly so, he also seemed to know Wren.

"Do you know, about the Déorwine culture?" The King hummed slightly as she asked the question to the male, "we have a very long history to praising the Deity, the High Elk, he with a thousand horns, and God to the elk-folk." As so many would praise and sing bible versus to his honor, she simply smiled to them all.. How sickening it was now.

"We strive to be the closest we can to him, with our colors of browns.. Though once upon a time did an ancestor betray him so, and as punishment stripped him of his color. He became white, much like yourself." The closer you looked to one of the elk, the more you were desired. Being away from any sort of brown was a sinful act, gold, black, gray, and even red was teetering at the edge. Seen as barbaric, dyed in blood as the brown hues became but a scarlet path to their demise.. And so they once were slaves.

"Only upon true worship and divinity can one gain forgiveness from him, and then their ancestors will be blessed with our beloved brown." It was a laughable, even if one did not do anything in their lifetime, they will always be cursed for being white. She was truly one of the beloved ones, brown in all her glory, and Célnes carried one of the signature Deorwine eye-color, orange with a rarity of a slice of pink; beautifully pumpkin-like, "repent and rejoice."

"Tell me, do you still join hearing this story?"

She would ask if he would follow their God's worship. The only way to truly gain the love from those in Kingslend was true remorse for actions of his ancestors, but no wolf would do so rationally. Momentarily did Célnes think about Whitney, even though she worshipped and prayed to him so, the albino would never be accepted.. Thankfully she disappeared before having to deal with that, but the chances of her being allowed were very swim.

A smile, not of warmth or delight, but fox-like as she silently though what would happen if she were to allow this man to enter their holy land.

"You will have to learn our ways and culture. Especially about the High Elk; or else no Deorwine would accept you." Célnes glanced at Wren, and knew Cenric told her nothing about it. Neither does she, in normal situations. It was the whole to simply let them learn slowly and ingrain the thoughts to them about it, rather then straight-up showing 'hey we are racist,' and letting them flee into the wilds. Knowing the wolves themselves were a friendly group, just customs were different, would make it harder to leave.

"Repent." She whispered, perhaps too low for the rest to hear.

"Within spring time we have a ritual to accept those not of our own blood. It is to ensure the High Elk accepts them.. Wren will have to go through it, and so will Germanicus my guard. It is the way our family goes to who belongs with us." Though the King, had no worries for when spring is to come.. She held her own plans on the matter, especially since the fruit will start to grow and fall by the time the trial will come.

Then she turned to the both of them, indicating to her guard as well to follow through, "If you wish to join us, follow me."

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