Blackfoot Forest Where's your kingdom? What's the matter?

sorry for the wait, sparx! <3

despite finding himself uninterested in leaving his claim behind, stigmata knew that his solitary work for diaspora was not yet finished. as their leader, it was his responsibility to keep their numbers bolstered; to be sure that even when they were strong, he could find a way to still improve them. being comfortable made him picky, however, and the iron liege could only hope the wolves that followed him would have such particular tastes themselves. they were not desperate, and had no need to take in every able body they came across and yet...

in the shade of an icy dawnlight, the tactician found himself instantly attracted to the sight of a lone wolf - just a monolith of black from his angle - his thoughts already churning as he slunk for the hale wolf. the warhound could not help but feel eagerness when he came across lupine as large as this one. there were so many possibilities, and he would have every one of them if he could manage to house such a wolf.

in an effort to first determine the stranger's temperament, stigmata hung back a ways and boofed out to catch the male's fatigued attention.