The Sentinels suuri soturi

He was greeted with a language he was not accustom to -- but the large wolf was quick to bow forward in complete submission, and state his intentions further in english. Osprey was scented, though she moved silently -- Constantine still cats his fiery eyes in her direction for acknowledgement, tipping his muzzle ever so slightly her way with a curved grin.

He was not used to such acts of submission -- even in Tartok, he had been in training and thus on the lower end of the totem pole. Yet he appreciated the complete respect for the borders of his pack, and his own broad muzzle tipped lower to reveal this as his tail gave a gentle flick of acceptance. "And what are the ways of the soturi, friend?" He attempted to mimic the pronunciation of the word, his eyes only drifting from their visitor to take in the form of his lissome sister as she came to investigate the call. "I have no say as to whether you may stay or not, but my Alpha will likely arrive shortly and offer her verdict."