Bane was patrolling the northern borders of their land when the first howl resounded from afar. Someone else would take care of it, he was sure about that for his fellow packmates were just as committed as he was to their duty, so he stayed on his guard post, reinforcing the borders with his manly odor... But then, another howl that asked for his presence specifically, echoed in the darkness. That was a completely different thing. What could be so urgent that required his authoritarian and very much regal presence?

The northern beast let out a howl to let his comrade know that he was coming, and swiftly rushed through the woods to attend the matter. A scent waded all the way to him before reaching the source of the call, the scent of a loner, a bleeding loner. Who are you? a deep voice barked from the shadows. If the wolf was looking for a healer, then he had arrived just late, for their only doctor had just given birth and would be unable to attend him.

The dark male submitted to the presumptuous display of authority of the Pale guard, and like a rush of adrenaline, his boosted ego took away his actions. He raised his tail even higher, and with a severe look in his ghostly eyes, the man kept the questionnaire going.

And you're expecting for us to heal you? Bane barked with a pint of disdain. Why did he attack you in first place? Or was it the other way around? Bane asked seriously, it was important to know the reason for his wounds, he couldn't just take in another insubordinate wolf into his ranks, and even less when he had serious wound that needed attention. Though, Slade had been the one to call him there, what left Bane to suppose that Crescendo had passed the Nightmare's own test. That itself was promising.

The pale Epsilon listened carefully to Crescendo's explanation on how he got the wounds, a stern look on his face, severe as only Meldresi and Slade did better. How does one cross pack borders accidentally? Don't you have a nose?" the pale one asked incredulous. It was important for a wolf to know where he's standing, and without a keen sense of smell that was just impossible. I'll tell you only one thing, We're not a common pack... Blackfeather Woods needs strong individuals, capable of anything and everything... Do you have that, Loner? Do you think you can keep up with our standards? Bane asked, the severity of his voice raising with every word spoken. He wasn't going to take in whichever Runt requested joining their numbers.

The northerner's ghostly gaze fell upon the loner's eyes. He wanted to look at them, only that way he would know the real intentions he hid. The pale beast lowered his head, baring his fangs and casting a veil of white fog with a growl to get a closer look. Maybe Bane was taking advantage of the dark loner's submissiveness, yes, but the silver savage also wanted to let the male know who was the one he would have to answer to if he got the place he was looking for in Blackfeather Woods. I will give you a chance to prove it Bane said in the form of a deep growl, and then, the young Epsilon rose, holding himself high, the way a leader does. Just make sure you pay more attention to your nose this time. Clean yourself and come to the caves, I will show you where our Alpha keeps the herbs so you can take care of that. he said with severity, and with that, he left the other male's side and trotted back to the darkness of the woods, fast enough to leave the injured male behind.