It wasn't long before she emitted a howl did a lupine appear. This one was a remarkably icy silver, was broad in stature, his stance one of a king. Scars, big and small, littered his pelt like an incomplete puzzle. The Roman girl felt the wolf's eyes on her, orbs of cold blue that seemed to be able to slice through a soul at his will.
This wolf was definitely the Imperator, or what other wolves called, the Alpha. If not, a wolf of a high rank in whatever pack he belonged in. Immediately Aemilia lowered herself into a position of subordination, dropping her head and her tail as he approached.
The Imperator began to speak once he halted to a stop, endeavouring to receive a reason to why Aemilia had come by his borders, why she had stopped and howled for him. Her answer was on her tongue and was ready to roll smoothly from her lips.
"I come here, seeking for a pack that I could join," She said clearly, her voice steady, not quite intimidated by the lupine's presence.
