Northstar Vale When Stars Align

Despite the tribulation of his current crowned status, The Emperian heeded the call and followed the commune with pose and purpose. His emerald eyes narrowing as he watched the wolves of color stride past and flock around a sovereign cloaked in white. It was obvious to the boy that she demanded attention and respect with the air that surrounded her.

A Monarch—one like his mom.

Carefully, slowly, Clay survived the bodies among him; Their looks. Their features. It rang true that Reneian had come to collect wolves of a vast majority within their walls. Some that possed amiability. Some that didn't. The only one that caught his eye was a wolf, a highborn by the looks of it— a sheer resemblance of the queen herself.

Sucking in air, the soldier walked out of the tree line with a calm and collected presence. His fur kept and pristine as those above; An image that demanded importance and attention. A prince. Clay wouldn't dare let his first appearance to the swarm be on par with his rank. He was a highblood himself, an Apaata in blood, an Easthollian at heart.

Taking in the image of the two, the boy made his way to the side of the gathering, up within the front row where he stood with an unwavering gaze.