Aleron approached the border with a purposeful stride, his blue eyes flitting across each visible detail in the territory while his nose worked unconsciously to cipher out each individual scent. As an important afterthought, Aleron dropped his posture to that of a submissive wolf as apposed to his customary alpha stance. He was no longer at home in Toklat Canyon and no longer an heir. The charcoal captain had courteously set off on his own. When his sire chose to leave the canyon to spend his remaining years as a fighting rouge -like all leading males of their line when they anticipated the dark gates - Cavalier would take over. Better his brother have a whole canyon instead of dividing it up into smaller and smaller portions.

Aleron threw back his cranium and out of his maw poured a deep baritone call that beckoned the alpha female. He wished an audience with Larka. There might be chance he would be allowed to stay, seeing as he knew that he had no enemies in this pack.