Arrow Lake for the only true Queen is the Night Queen

after hearing the call for him, stigmata reached the travel-worn pledges only a few moments after finch, but had hung back to observe the group from afar prior to arriving on the borders. the bespeckled nyx was easiest to pick out among them, despite being the only feminine form among her followers, and the appearance of tulugak only confirmed further that it was her.

beside her was a brawn-riddled inkwell - her mate, surely by the way he clung nearest - and next to him stood a sleeker ravenwolf whose beryl eyes were eerily lost to his line of sight at that distance. the stiffest of the bunch was a coal-and-sterling male; a little overly intense for stigmata's liking, but he supposed they all had a reason to be mistrustful of this situation. even if the woman they had chosen to follow seemed quite anxious to be here. none besides her looked particularly eager for the coming meeting, and he wondered why they had come at all, if so much apprehension beleaguered them.

the ironstar came to stand imperiously beside the most hospitable of his own group - the sheltered gold, finch - and he pressed himself to her side briefly, before addressing the supposed pledges of diaspora. a handsome group, but inhospitable, by the looks of it. "my lady," he looked at nyx directly, something almost expectant in his gaze. she was allowed to have her pride, of course, but there were wolves here that she needed to defer to first, and he wondered if she would without prompting.

his gaze passed over the rest of her crew. "sirs," he addressed them cordially; his eyes critical on them as well. muzzle angling towards nyx once more, he lifted his chin slightly. "you have come to accept my offer, i hope."