At the end of a line, far far away.

The ebony leader was beginning to grow restless in his own territory – he knew there was nothing stopping him from going on day trips outside of Neverwinter, but the hybrid felt as though he should keep a watchful eye on the newest members of his crew. He was still struggling with remembering all their names and figured that he should be more acquainted with the canines who called him their Captain. The encounters where they had been accepted into the pack had been brief and to the point, but Styx knew there was much more to learn about the individuals that made up his growing pack. He was still in shock to find that so many were attracted to what he had believed was a ridiculous idea. When Katrina had mentioned that he should form a pack – with her at his side – he had honestly thought that the strange, silver-eyed female was insane. Since birth, even though he had spent the first year of his life with his mother and siblings, the slender male had been considered a loner. She had pushed the nomad lifestyle onto her children, and Styx (out of the three) had been the only one to fully embrace it. When it was time for them to separate his siblings had left together, as they were frightened of what was to come next. Styx, on the other paw, had left without a single glance back – being on his own was what he was good at, not being part of a pack. A frown had settled across his dark lips as his thoughts consumed him; there was no turning back now, unless another attempted to challenge his position. He was now a leader of a pack and could not abandon the canines that sought refuge among Neverwinter’s ranks. A sigh rolled off his tongue as he caught scent of one of the newer members, his brows narrowing as he pinpointed her location. With a roll of his shoulders the hybrid maneuvered through the trees to close the distance between them, head held high as he spotted the pale female. It seemed as though the female – whose name had temporarily slipped his mind – had encountered another member of his pack, Turquoise. Her scent was strong on the pelt of the Sigma before him, paired with the coppery stench of… blood? The frown that had made its home across his dark lips did not budge as he adopted a perplexed expression. The female had managed to rid herself of the blood that had previously marked her coat, but the scent was still there – it was too strong to miss. “Did something happen that I should be aware of?” He uttered no greeting as the Captain wanted to get straight to the point – he did not want his members fighting among each other.