The Roman had wandered the wilds for sometime now, he knew his brother was here from one of his former packmates and he knew he should be still here somewhere. But winter was coming and however thick his coat was, it wouldn't help when starvation occurred and the yearling was not going to be reduced to cannibalism yet. He knew he had to find a pack to stay in for now, until he found his brother, but that would just mean he had to do extra duties for the pack and everything that was expected of him, and that would just slow down the search. But common sense overruled and with a faint inaudible sigh, he began moving forward, he knew that soon enough there would be a pack.

And so the journey began, it wasn't long before the faintest trace of a pack scent touched his nostrils. Scipio quickened his pace, his mind wandering, wondering if perhaps the gods had been especially nice to him and led him to his brother's pack. But the hope slowly died away as he moved towards the scent line, there was no trace of his brother's scent here, and besides he doubted Hadrian would even settle in a place like this. He liked green valleys, somewhere near mountains. He loved open spaces more than anything else in the world.

The longing and pain began expanding in his chest and he nearly choked as the emotions threatened to overwhelm him, but a moment later, he managed to grasp control of it again. Making sure he was a respectable distance away from the borders, he lifted his head into the air and howled a melodic song, alerting the leaders of this pack that he was here. When the song was over, the halfbreed did not sit down, but remained standing. Bright sea green eyes gazing at the border line, hoping to see the form of a wolf soon. Expression impassive and eyes cold and empty except for the Angelus Mortis glint, he waited, impatience creeping up at him but he shoved it aside. His father's teachings finally came to use, too bad he couldn't teach it in a nicer, less brutal manner.

It wasn't long before he was greeted by a wolf, a she wolf with dark fur, and bright green eyes. For a moment, he wondered who she was, because back where he was raised, females weren't to be leaders but he wasn't in the lands of Rome now. It was a new place, there would be new languages, new cultures and traditions, but he wouldn't ever forget his teachings, how could he? The pain of his former wounds stung him everytime he thought about it. Now when Scip was nervous, he would use his humor and speak latin, and this was the current case. “Salve. Scipio Ahala Angelus Mortis nomen mihi est," he spoke in a calm voice, before realizing his mistake.

Lowering his head and tail, and crouching down in submission, as far as his Roman Pride would allow him to, he spoke again, this time in English. "Sorry, I am used to speaking in Latin, my native tongue. My name is Scipio Ahala Angelus Mortis but you can call me Scipio or Scip for short. I seek to join this pack." he said respectfully. The yearling sincerely hoped that this wasn't going to last long, he hated crouching down to anyone, only ever doing so to his father, and that was because Aku forced him to do it. All his life, only the other wolves (except for his dad) bowed to him for he was the son of the Imperator, even if he was half Greek. But this wasn't the case now, and he would do anything to get his big brother back. Even if he had to grovel at the paws of these wolves.

"Well Met Scipio, I am Blue Willow though most just call me Blue or Willow. You seek to join us? Tell me what are your skills? Where do you hail from?" Keen green eyes noticed the male step forward, expression stony, he seemed to be alright when he first came but when Scip spoke in the tongue of the gods, he stiffened. Did he have some kind of grudge towards Romans? The greyscale male's fur bristled but he remained silent, which Scip was glad for. He felt he honestly would curse and spit if anyone talked back to him, he was just in one of his 'moods', something that influenced him when he left the pack.

The halfbreed lowered himself in subordination, tail hanging by his ankles as he crouched down. "I am a good warrior, a trained fighter. I am also a good hunter and to me, the pack always comes first, I'll never eat before I hunted for the pack and I take to constant patrolling. I hail from Noctem Vagus, but I have severed all connections with them because of my father's brutal ways." he spoke softly, hoping not to disappoint. If they didn't accept him, well, he would just have to continue his travels as a loner until he found his brother's pack.

"So long as you bring no turmoil or violence to my pack, you are welcome here. We are a family and respect one another as one. I hope you will find a place here." The halfbreed dipped his head so they couldn't see his face, a faint smile creeping up his features. He planned to serve this pack and guard it well, he planned to hunt for it in the season of winter, but when he found his brother, there was no doubt his place was with him and though he would probably be sorry to leave this pack, he would leave it if it meant being reunited with his brother again.

"I understand and I thank you," he spoke softly, never raising his head to gaze at the two wolves. They were his superiors now, he supposed, if the Alpha made to formally accept him into this pack