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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.
She heard the howl come across the plateau and she trotted towards it. Her tail swaying up above her back and her green eyes glittering with interest. She wondered who was coming to pay them a visit and if they were seeking a home, or just a stop on their way.
Dante too heard the call, but though he responded with immediate action, another intercepted first. When he arrived Blue Willow was already there, so he hung back. He was interested in knowing what the young wolf was doing calling on their borders (though of course he had an idea).
Knowing that Blue Willow would ask all the questions necessary, Dante remained back, waiting and listening for the stranger to introduce himself.
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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.
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? She nodded towards Dante as he came on scene. Motioned him to come closer after all he was the Alpha, she was merely a beta, he could override her decision if he wished and he may have a question she had not thought of.
Dante did not know Latin fluently to speak, nor did he know of the culture of his ancestral home. The Obscurum had only passed on myths, for every pup was taught from birth to hate the lands they hailed from. Those lands had turned them into what they were, and any land that even such a cruel pack as his birth one hated Dante wanted no part of.
His expression was stony, but he bit down the growl that started in his throat. He did react, however, raising his head, fur along his spine bristling some in a rare show of dominance and agression. It was spurred a bit by fear, the thought of his new home being corrupted by the old . He remained silent. This boy's answers better be satisfactory.
"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.
Blue listened closely and didn't have much more to say, so she turned towards Dante. Do you have anything you wish to ask Dante? She did not want to undermine him, as he was the alpha.
It was not that which worried Dante, but he did not need to ask any of the questions he would like to. Only time could prove to him the truth of Scipio's claim. "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." His meaning was clear; if he did not heed the words, he would be out. It was a harsher term of joining than he usually gave, but Dante would take no chances. The terms were not hard to live by, after all. He would watch Scipio, as he did all new recruits, and in time he was sure he would earn his trust.
"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.
Scipio lowered his head quite a ways, hiding his face, and the counselor within Dante wondered what thoughts were going through his mind. Dante was a wolf who liked to know what others were thinking and feeling at all times, but that was hardly possible. He seemed agreeable enough in his affirmation, so at least Damte knew he had heard his terms and would (hopefully) try to honor them.
"Welcome," he added, appending his own to the end of Blue Willow's requests. He would likely leave him in her capable hands, for he suddenly found himself not much in the mood for company. He had things on his mind now that he had been quite certain had been left behind years ago.