Drinks are on me!

He was usually a physical being, following his instincts, ignoring the petty emotions that yearned for his attention. To the aspiring warrior, they were a nuisance, getting in his way while he worked, messing up his mind. Occasionally though, he allowed it to roam freely in him, this one was one of those times. The swarthy roman had just completed a circuit around the borders, diligently remarking the scent lines and keeping an eye out for any intruders, whether it was one of his kind, or other predators that threatened the wolves of his pack.

The view was rather spectacular, summer had granted it a beautiful appearance and although truthfully the roman was more of a mountain or sea wolf, he saw the woods not as a suffocating atmosphere, but one of hidden beauty. Or perhaps it was merely because he was adapting to the new environment, getting used to these greener lands and forests. Nevertheless, the smoky wolf decided to take a small break before continuing on with his duties.

Smoky black paws thrummed gently on against the ground as he scaled the ridge, each sure-footed step bringing him closer to his destination, he'd found it only once when he went on a brief exploration of his new home, but a roman did not forget so easily. Forgetting was not something any wolf of a Roman legion possessed, that weakness had been hammered out of them from a young age, and whatever a roman general taught you, you would never forget.

Ocean blue eyes found the familiar golden form of the Alpha male, resting within the shallows of the pool, recently filled by a shower of rain. His posture shifted to one appropriate of his low rank as his gaze drifted away from his packmate to the view offered below. But it was only for a second, a moment later his eyes alighted on the pool once more and Arverk chuffed softly to announce his presence.