The Outskirts

Tired. That was the best word to describe what Raziel was feeling nowadays. Tired. The events of the previous days, the sudden appearance of his..problem, plus the sudden flooding nostalgic memories of the past had seemingly drawn all the energy from him. Obviously, he still carried himself around like the regal he was; he hunted like always; he patrolled the borders like always; he talked to his packmates and did his duties. Never had his tiredness shown through his mask when he was around packmates, and Raziel wasn't planning for it to happen anytime soon but when he was alone, the facade fell and the tiredness caught up with him.

Raziel had been napping when Scarlett's howl pierced through the comfortable silence. He blinked, then shot up onto his paws, glancing at his surroundings with a wild kind of wariness before his hackles settled back upon his spine and his tensed muscles relaxed. He sighed, and dipped his head down to lick on his ruffled chest fur before he began making his way to the entrance. Raz resumed the facade of the confident Roman King and warrior as he strode towards where the albino female was.

His gaze immediately alighted on the stranger and Raziel unabashedly analyzed her; not because she was a female but because he wanted to see if she was healthy and of good build. "Hey Scar," he murmured to his Beta and bumped his nose affectionately to her cheek before he focused his attention on the wannabe newbie. "Let's get down to business. State your name, skills, yada yada yada and I'll see if you are capable of being a member of Bearclaw Valley." His tone was stern and his eyes were emotionless, but there was an unmistakable aura around him that spoke of quiet strength and gentleness.