Ouroboros Spine [j] rocks and mountains

The Roman did not need to wait long, he turned around sharply as a large golden brown pack wolf came charging towards him, fur bristling and teeth clashing, growling at him to get out. Quickly following was another large one, a female this time, with black fur and dark eyes, this one did not speak but by her movements, he knew her intentions were not friendly. This was a strong pack indeed, one similar to his natal one, and all the packs of Rome. This was a good pack to pledge himself to, that is, if they would have him.

The moment the dark furred female arrived, Levi rapidly lowered his form in submission, his tail hanging between his hind legs. His ears drawn back against his skull, not aggressively but submissively, and his blue eyes focused on the ground. The dark bastard noted the presence of another, by the snarl and the new scent that touched his nostrils, this pack was well guarded indeed.

Deciding not to delay any longer, he spoke. "I come for a home," the Roman stated.