The Sunspire MEET · forging the bonds

Scimitar felt a disconnect to the pack he laid his loyalty to. He had not seen the she-wolf he called alpha since their original meeting, and the tight-knit pack he had hoped to be part of had somehow proven to be the opposite. He was uncertain what had kept him within the claimed territory of the pack -- perhaps that despite not seeing her, the Alpha's scent still had lay heavily upon the pack borders, as well as a few others, including his own. Abandonment was not something he believed in, and so the agouti beast kept position within the silent pack, hopeful that Tuatha De would rise to be the pack he believed it could be.

These thoughts seemed to spring life in to the land around him, eerily enough, and a song echoed across the sky, beckoning the wolves of the packs' ranks together. Unable to withhold the faint trace of a smirk upon his lips, the male leapt from the rock he had perched upon before, his ivory paws crackling the frozen ground beneath him as he maneuvered his way to her voice.

He was not the first to arrive -- his aqua eyes fell upon two other males, both ebony in hue. One he recognized as the male he had come across before while the other was a stranger to him. His eyes traced to the regal posture of the Alpha, her tawny pelt beautiful against the setting of the mountain. Stoically, the male crept forward, greeting his superior with a kiss and nip to her chin in submission before slipping away from her. Moving closer to Luka, Scimitar settled himself to powerful haunches beside his companion, his shoulder bumping gently against the other male's in silent greeting as he awaited for the meeting to commence.