(j) eagle of the ninth legion

To say that Tarquin expected an entire joining party to greet him when he'd sent his howl into the air would be a lie. He'd expected one, maybe two, but instead in the end three of the pack's wolves had came to greet him, two of them the obvious leaders even without their dominant displays, but it was the golden male that approached first and spoke a greeting to him. The latin did not entirely go over Tarquin's head, given that Phoebe had taught them things that Aether had taught her, but Tarquin had always associated more with the Frostfur half of his family as opposed to the DiSarinno half, despite that Isi hadn't been around to teach him things. Perhaps that was why Tarquin identified with them, because in some small measure it made him feel closer to the father that he'd never had the chance to know on any sort of personal level. Tarquin's lips parted to respond to the golden male's question, only for the words to become stuck in his throat when a woman draped in crimson appeared, requesting his name and as the male before her, what business he had at their borders, this time giving a name to the otherwise nameless pack.

Just as Tarquin was about to respond to her, yet another creature appeared, creating an excruciating amount of dominance like a “raising the bar” sort of thing. Each one held themselves more dominant than the one before them. The amount of wolves that had came to greet him left the Frostfur with a slight twinge of irritation — truly was he worth three of them? Though he supposed, in the long run perhaps he should instead feel flattered as opposed to irritated. The Frostfur hid the inner workings of his mind well, keeping them securely to himself as he forced himself to lower into submission to appease the raging dominance this group gave off.

When Tarquin felt it safe to answer the questions that were addressed to him — though at this point it wouldn't have been very surprising if the entire pack decided to show up — his lips parted to speak once more. “I am Tarquin DiSarinno-Frostfur,” Though he felt inclined to leave 'DiSarinno' off most days that felt disrespectful towards his mother and that was something that Tarquin couldn't bring himself to do. “I seek only a potential chance at earning a place within your ranks.” The silver tongued man spoke in what was his naturally soft voice, eyes unable to focus on one of them, still unsure that they were done filing in. How many wolves, Tarquin wondered, did it take to handle one loner at their borders?