Blacktail Deer Plateau east will take me back

Devil's Chasm had been much the same as Grezig's natal pack, and Siege had the honor of being at the top.  Though he did not demand that those who hailed him carry themselves so low, Hadrian and Morpheus had, and he expected it to be the same from the highest ranking wolves wherever he went.

He was surprised (and also pleased) that it would not be the case.  He had not been looking forward to working his way up from the bottom just to be addressed by the higher-ups; to know their own beta did not demand this of him was encouraging.

Hail, Grezig. he rumbles in return, dark eyes moving to trace the lines of her somber face.  I am Siege.  He takes the time to lower his chin, neck curving down in the slightest bow before he regards her again.  I am new, he confirms, but I have made sure to intergrate my scent along the border, and I cleared the rot from your cache. 

He tilts his head an inch and regards her; something seems off, but it is not his place.  To what do I owe the pleasure of your acquiantance?