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So this was the Shogun that Asterr had chosen, this puddle of a wolf at Menta's doorstep.

The cream wolf wasn't sure how to feel about the presence of a new authority figure - conflicted was probably an understatement. She had been taught that leaders never made mistakes, that everything that they did was a sacrifice in the best interest of the pack, but Menta still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling about this newest wolf. It was too much, too soon - the cream had only the strongest of feelings of allegiance to Asterr within a few months of living here, but that promise had been consciously made from the beginning. The dark wolf had been open, easy to reach for guidance and advice about the area, and this new wolf..

He was a stranger, and seemed to want to keep himself that way. Asterr's shadow that had followed her home and revealed nothing with those flashing orange eyes. When Menta came upon him, she hesitated even making her presence known - if he did not seem to want to interact with her or her packmates, she did not know why he would now. But his actions were offputting even for that, the dark male a liquid on the ground with his eyes fixated dully on the sky above him.

Menta took a few cautious and loud steps towards him; the cream wolf was still several feet away from the Shogun, but she wanted her presence known. Hello, she called plainly on her low voice after clearing her throat, eyes and ears paying close attention.