Redsand Canyon Lost her only son and he wasn’t even three

He smiles down to Leigh and nods to her. “I wanted to introduce you to the pack.” He hums, nodding his head for her to join him on the pedestal for more dramatic effect.

If she decides to join him, he’ll nudge gently at her neck with a leathery nose as a silent thanks. He would turn his eyes upon the second to come to his call, Nyra. The beautiful, strong wolf of snow seems to have made it back from her mission. He is grateful. He gives her a smile as well, locking twin eyes to her own, so similar to his. 

Whenever the other join them, they will hear his voice loud and clear. Godly in his stature and tone as he introduces the dark pelaged wolf. 

“This is Leigh. She is the newest member here. Treat her like a part of the family please.” He ends with a chuckle. “We’ll train her well in the ways of the Saints. Won’t we?” He questions even though he doesn’t truly desire a reply back.