Arrow Lake fester

at the sounding of his name in the midst of kazimir's familiar bay, stigmata's voice rose steeply in response; heralding his imminent arrival. the wolf made long strides and short work of the distance to the borders, but when he arrived he noticed that the newly ranked tessarius had only a single guest to handle, which made him wonder why he had been called.  

the general made himself visible, though deliberately made no direct approach. he had come to stand just within earshot, eyeing the pair of them mutely and swishing his tail like an agitated cat, but rather than looking like the boss around here, he looked more like kazimir's summoned guard. a stunning body of dread and smoke that seemed only to be an extension of the wolf already before the stranger.

sliding from her bleached mask to her pitch tail, stigmata's dull silver eyes cut over the gradient creature with cold assessment; noting that apart from her lifeless expression, nothing seemed exactly wrong with the she-wolf... except, he had heard only kazimir's last words, and he didn't need to know why his comrade breached the subject of respect, only that this was one of the only places on earth she was certainly owed it.

making no presumptions about what kazimir wanted to happen here, the tungsten warwolf remained quiet; only there to provide back-up should his packmate needed it. and if they were to meet eyes, he would give her a questioning tip of his muzzle, as if to ask: is this one for us?