Wolf of the mist

It was a relief to hear her claim to be fit enough to make the distance. The packs that Altair had noticed whilst scouting were going to take some time to walk to as neither of them were in the Kintla Flatlands. Bright gem green eyes watched her closely as she lifted her war torn body and Altair was light on his paw pads ready to support her body in case she fell - thankfully she did not.

Instead she would remark about the packs, her future home. Nice or not - Altair thought that was the least of her worries. "You should be grateful for any pack that accepts you in your current condition." He had already told her that had it been his home and his say then he would have only taken her in as something that resembled a slave or a maid. Altair was always brutally honest - he did not know anything else. Did not realise that sometimes his methods and comments about how he lived could offend others.

As she noted that he was the leader a wry smile grew over his handsome cream coloured maw. Yes he was the leader, the dominant male. He was delighted that she was comfortable in her place as his tail behind him begun to lift. Held high and proud in an alpha-like fashion to silently prove to her that he was indeed the boss (for now). "Follow me." He would command as he took the fist steps forward over the grassy plains heading directly West.