follow the leader

Finally they were both here in one piece (mostly) and with the leaders of the pack called he felt he could finally begin to relax. Slipping back onto his powerful haunches to tawny wolf would sit. Although this would be a sign of disrespect in his view if he were to do this in front of a Shah - he figured it would take a few minutes for someone to answer their request. Plenty of time to rest up and catch his breath. If someone were to arrive from the mountain side then he would quickly take to his usual stance once again.

Jade eyes would flicker to and fro keeping watchful and alert. Altair did not trust packs. Yet his reasons for such loathing were nothing to do with Tartok or any of the packs that resided in the national park - it was all because he had been left behind and he resented it. It left him with a bitter feeling, memories that could not be forgotten.

The Persian was pleased to see that Soul was not taking this lightly. If this were to be her acceptance then she needed to preform well. Only then may a stranger see past her current injuries and grant her acceptance. "I'm sure a leader or scout will find us soon." He explained. Had it been his home then his inquisitive mind would have led him towards strangers knocking on the front door.