Firefly Glen Away From The Tundran Vale

Two had answered Ranier's call, arriving from seperate directions. Despite the unthreatening demeanor of the newcomers, Ranier still tensed in anticipation of a pincer strike, though he retained his implacable composure.

The first was a dark, lean-figured male with abnormally-pronounced hackles. His countenance conveyed authority; a clear signal of high placement in a hierarchy. The second was lithe and silver, her fur shone luminously in the twilight. Ranier faced the former.

"Greetings, friend. I hail from Zov Tigra, of the Zov Wolfos pack. My intentions are peaceful and wish no quarrel with your pack." Ranier paused a moment, then inclined his head to acknowledge the smaller female who accompanied the male, before returning his gaze to the first arrival.