Dragoncrest Cliffs leviathan

A call summons the guardian to the borders. Naturally, despite his lack of role within the pack as any type of leader, he rises to the occasion to investigate this individual. Something he had taken upon himself even in his earliest days with Rusalka, and none of the leaders had chastised him thus far - and so he would continue to do so until told otherwise. 

The scar-faced man approached with the usual disdain carved across his face. A pale woman stood there, gaining his harsh eye's attention at it burned into her direction. With sturdy steps, he approached, regarding her briefly with a glance before standing in her way, a guardian to the gates of Sapphique. Why do you call? Barritones drawled in the winter wind.