Ouroboros Spine These violent delights have violent ends

<3 The R+J reference

When a voice called for him, he stiffened. The tone was unfamiliar to him, and yet the summoner knew of his title, which made him growl softly. Had word spread, via their disappeared Raimo, that the position of Sivullik had been occupied by Adrastus? And had Raimo spoken ill of him, or sent another to pull it from him? He wasn't sure why he felt so suspicious of the one who called for him, but it was his first, instinctive reaction to feel somewhat threatened.

Adrastus did not know many wolves outside of the pack, and with his lack of fame came the cozy feeling of living a humble life, noticed only by those who mattered to him. He'd expected perhaps that at some point, a ghost from his past might come to haunt him- and it was with mild trepidation that he wondered if perhaps, this was the case now.

But the man at the borders with his August flame pelt did not bear any resemblance to any wolf he thought might have trailed after him from the Northern lands he himself had come from. And there was a mildness about his features which proclaimed no devil. And so, while he did not stoop to soften the edges of his own stature, it was with a firm but gentle tone that he spoke. I greet you.