Redhawk Caldera let's begin again and wipe the dust stains off the shelf

Ashmedai tilted his head, squinting at the figure that grew closer. It was quite black, and it flew over the borders like they were nothing. Perhaps a high-ranking member of the phantom pack he had not yet seen? Perhaps the pack had not yet formed, and all he was smelling were the scents of wolves hoping to claim it. But the borders were strong, and that option in itself was a weak one. 

The figure stopped, closing the distance between Ashmedai and himself. He held his tail high, ears straight as if he was a leader - a King, and the male who stood opposite the black figure dipped his head, somehow managing to lower his stump of a tail even more. State your name and business.

So brisk, so curt. Still, it was a question asked and Ashmedai was not one to lie about his intentions, or risk killing himself in front of a clearly dominant (Alpha??) male. "Ashmedai, sir." The male shifted himself into a low bow, hoping that his assumptions were right and this was indeed a pack leader. "I humly request a place in your pack."