Krikor had always been one to charm the pants off of any unsuspecting wolf. Although he couldn't seem to charm his old alpha, Senzo, into letting him stay with his birth pack. Long story short after fornicating with Senzo's mate he was caught and banished from his birth pack. The charcoal male did miss his family from time to time. He knew it was better for everyone if he left and started anew.
Four months later the male wound up on the coastline of the Teekon Wilds. The only exciting part about the bay was a cliff that hung over the beach, whose presence was covered by the smells of pack wolves. After spending a sufficient amount of time watching the waves brush past his paws the male decided to follow the scents up to the cliff.
Traveling towards the cliff Krikor found himself on the edge of a small forest. Its contents consisted of various types of ancient trees. The scent of wolves was strong at this point. Being a wolf who was accustomed to pack life he knew it was best if he stayed on the outside of their territory. He was a stranger and he didn't want to cause any trouble. The male was genuinely curious if the pack was accepting new members. Placing his toned backside on the cold forest floor the male lifted his salt and pepper colored head and let out a beckoning call to the wolves of the cliff.
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Ragnar was glad to be home. Being away from Stavanger Bay for any long period of time made him anxious. He could never say why. It wasn't like he couldn't, nor didn't, trust his Queen Wife blindly with his and the life of everyone else within their little Norse pack. Of course he'd trusted Vali in the same way and that had ended up with a knife of betrayal lodged in the Jarl's spine; but this was Thistle. She was young, and not as experienced as a leader as Ragnar was but he trusted her not to be too soft hearted, and to make the right decisions in his absence. He was anxious to see her again, though not to divulge in what he had learned. Not yet. For now, he would keep those burdens and his forming plans to himself. His place was at the helm of his Bay and he could not continue to stretch his journey on needlessly without scheming out his battle plan, and without talking strategically with his Queen Wife, of course. At the end of the day, he really didn't need to ask her permission but she was his Queen and her counsel was revered by the Jarl. It was Thistle Cloud that he missed the most, whose absence of warmth he felt the most in the bitingly chilly autumn nights and it was his Queen Wife that he was the most anxious to rekindle with. They had much to discuss, him and her, and there was much more he needed to speak with Nerian about if she would even speak to him or if she would refuse and shrink deeper into her bubble of self seclusion.
His long strides took him easily across the length of Sea Lion Shores, steps pausing at the call of a howl in the nearby distance, a silhouette of a creature outlined against the towering hang and arch of the sea cliff that acted as a natural border to his Bay. Ragnar's pace increased letting out a chuff as he drew nearer, body held in the natural pose of his rank.
The salted wind brought forth a new scent to the ebony wolf's nose. It was the scent of a male, obviously the alpha for his scent was the strongest along the borders. Soon enough the wind carried the beast in front of him. His snowy pelt contrasted against his eyes which were a soul shaking blue. The pale wolf in front of him was intimidating. The scent of his pack, and other smells Krikor couldn't place, gave the male an air of authority.
The stranger's voice carried strongly through the chilling air. "You called?" The snowy pelted wolf inquired. Krikor let the silence between the two males grow before stepping in with a reply. "I am looking for a new home. I was wandering near the beach and noticed your pack's scent and I came to inquire about membership opportunities." The swarthy male spoke in a tone that wasn't threatening. Krikor lowered his stance and his ears in respect for the male. To get what he wanted the ebony wolf would have to be submissive and get this wolf to trust him. Krikor hoped this display of submission would win the alpha over just a tiny bit.
Thistle had not yet known that Ragnar was back, so when she heard the howl she finished her last patrol and took off at a trot towards it. Upon coming closer she felt a growl work it's way up in her throat as she saw another wolf in the territory, but swiftly realized it was her husband and quieted it, before anyone could hear it. She probably would not have had such a bad reaction, if there hadn't been a trespasser while he was gone. She continued forward confidence in her step, she slid to her husband's side and stared at the newcomer with her ever present fire in her eyes.
Her tail swayed gently behind her as she studied the male in front of her. He was an interesting character, and she supposed handsome in his own right to others, and if she was looking. However, she wasn't really. No man had been able to catch her eye since she took her husband as her own.
Longer than he had anticipated had Ragnar been gone from Stavanger Bay, and yet falling back into familiar routines had happened literally in seconds. Though he desired to see how things had went in his absence he would attend to the ebony man standing upon his borders, first. The ebony male spoke in response to Ragnar's inquiry, giving way to Ragnar's initial suspicions. It was not often that strange wolves came to their borders inquiring about little else; and with Winter fast approaching Ragnar suspected that Stavanger Bay's numbers would likely rise in accordance. It wasn't a bad thing, since the more adults they had aiding with the hunting the better the chances were that they would actually have more successful hunts which meant full bellies and caches rich with their spoils. It did not come as a huge surprise to Ragnar when Thistle appeared soon after the ebony man responded to Ragnar, given that he hadn't gotten the chance to tell her that he was home. He waited until his Queen Wife slid up against his side before his lips parted to speak once more.
Dipping his groomed head the male sent over a silent greeting to the female, whose name he learned promptly after Ragnar introduced her. Thistle, an interesting name. I wonder if she's Scottish or just a prickly pain in the ass. Krikor thought to himself. "Call me Kirkor my lady." The handsome male introduced himself in a warm voice.
Ragnar spoke inquiring what skills the ebony wolf had to offer. Truthfully he had many skills he could offer. Krikor was not many things but he was patient. Which always sharpened his ability to hunt. A wolf needed lots of tolerance if he were to charm any wolf. This ebony male could wait for years if needed only to strike at the most impeccable time. "I can hunt for this pack. Feed those who can't yet feed themselves and train those who would like to learn. I am patient, which helps with both teaching and hunting, as you already know." Krikor stated in a unwavering voice. He was careful to be seen still in a submissive manner. "You spoke of newborns, while I am not good with pups I can still provide food for their mouths." Which was true. Krikor was never the type of man to like pups. He was patient when a reward was offered but with pups he did not see a reward.
If Thistle had been privy to the other's thought she would have laughed. She was not scottish, and she was sure if asked her husband could and would refer to her as a pain in his ass at the best of times. But it was okay she loved him and he her and that was all that mattered really.
Thistle tilted her head Do you have any other skills than hunting? Though that is certainly a very good trade and is needed at present.
Krikor did not consider himself a man of many talents. While he was an excellent hunter he was also a decent protector. While he wasn't abnormally strong he was fast. His lean figure played a huge role in that fact. "I can hold my own in a fight. I am not the strongest but I am quick in my own right." Krikor spoke addressing both the leaders.
Krikor also had skills with communication. Although his skills were the ability to manipulate certain wolves into doing his bidding. He enjoyed having power over others and have their eyes all over him. When the salt and pepper colored male thinks he has control is when he is at his most confident.
There was a time and place to speak to his Queen Wife about what had happened in his absence — which was admittedly quite a bit, but it was neither the time or the place. Ragnar intended to seek her out privately to discuss such matters a little later. Ragnar was silent and stoic when Krikor spoke of his skills, of what he could offer Stavanger Bay, judging the words heavily. It was true that with Julooke and Verrine focusing their energies upon their newborns that neither really could spare the time to hunt for the pack, neither did Ragnar expect them too. Being with their children was important; as a father Ragnar understood this. Stavanger Bay could use a couple of good hunters, so much that Ragnar had decided to aim for Gameskeeper for his third trade, omitting the work that he'd done to try to get his counselor trade. At present, it wasn't what they needed and, frankly, wolves tended to come to him anyway and therefore he did not think that he needed any sort of official title.
Ragnar supposed the borders could always use another body.
Krikor could adapt and learn new skills, just like every wolf could if they put their mind to it. The coal wolf was more than willing to educate himself with skills he was unfamiliar with. It was a challenge and he enjoyed that. "I would be more than willing to learn new skills if you have the means to teach me." The salt and pepper faced male responded.
Ragnar was a male that knew what he wanted and wouldn't hesitate to get it. Most of the wolves he had came in contact with would not kill another wolf unless completely necessary. Krikor tilted his head when the pale male spoke of not being afraid to kill another wolf. In a way Krikor held the same moral system Ragnar did, he just didn't follow it religiously. The swarthy wolf took a mental note to not do anything to mess with this wolf. He valued his life above all and he wouldn't risk it for some fun. "I am loyal and in time if you let me in you will find that out. No words will prove my loyalty, only actions. If you allow me into your pack to serve not only you but your pack-mates as well, i will prove my loyalty." The oil colored fur wolf spoke in an unshaken voice to both the male and his wife who had chosen to keep silent in the past few exchanges.
The scarred Scandinavian was stoic, quiet as the man spoke his peace in regards to what he could do, and what he would be willing to do, which was pretty much anything Stavanger Bay needed. That was useful, Ragnar deduced. Some wolves were set in their ways, and whether he was or not wasn't really a deciding factor in the decision that Ragnar had to make regarding the ebony colored male before him.
He was ten times more cruel.