Entering the Plains {IC Joining Thread}

A howl, long and cracked woke him from his thoughts. A trespasser, intruder, a recruit? It sounded urgent though, so instead of usually waiting for the aspiring wardens to answer the call, he trotted towards the source, soon arriving at the scene where a silver white was severely injured, slumping forward. A look of distaste covered his eyes for a brief moment before they turned harsh and cold as usual as he approached. If this wolf was seeking help here, he had came to the wrong place, everyone here had to do their part. But he was not merciless and he knew this wolf needed help, so contradicting himself, he moved forward until there was only a small distance between them.

Analyzing him silently, he seemed strong despite the wounds, probably would not live if his wound wasn't treated. "Who are you?" he said in a soft tone and a slight tilt of his head as he gazed at the injured male. Eyes cold and unfeeling as he waited for an answer. He would not call for Paarthurnax until he knew this man's intentions. The sterling Praetor did not wish to invite a useless lump into his ranks.