Dathan

The largre brute padded in. His stomach growled slightly with hunger, but right now his chances at catching a decent meal were slim to none. He had regained most of his strength though, and the wound in his flank was progressively receeding quite well. He stopped, cranium held high, optics glittering with anticipation. Perking his auds and skull, his maw opened to let out a feirsome howl.
He was calling others to join him. It was a cerimonious howl, a joyful and accepting howl. One some would not forget. He awaited a response and continued, throwing his pitch while sending different messages. He was an only male, allianced to a certain other male of another terra; he was the alpha, and all other positions were open. He had fought hard for the territory at hand, and was a stern, but rightous leader.
...Again he awaited an answer, anticipating new arrivals.

Niavo

The son of the infamous Black Fyre found himself within earshot of the howl. Since the battle at the Ruins, the hybrid hadn't seen his friends much and so he wandered alone.

The nightly-hued canine, looking all wolf despite being half tervurne shephard, responded. Soon enough, Niavo was carrying his lithe form towards Dathan and paused a few yards from him. His silky-furred head came down respectfully as he watched the other.

Dathan

The silver hued male looked upon the other with gratifying eyes, appreciating his actions. He kept his place, but spoke, his voice foreign and smooth.
"What is your name?" He asked, taking in as much information as he could on the male, merely by scent. He seemed a respectful male, gender obvious, but something else hung around him. Familiarity-he had dealt with this scent before-it still lingeured around his pack lands...it was a femme, her scent vague, but recognizable.

Niavo

His eyes stole upwards, but not any higher than Dathan's, and carefully away from the alpha's own gaze. "My name is Niavo. I was originally from the Sora Asiatica, but the pack... disbanded." His words were careful and respectful, although this term her used, disbanded, was a far kindlier word to discribe what happened to his pack. Niavo's glistening, dark orbs shown with hopefulness, wanting a place to call home. But he was careful not to push things too quickly.

Dathan

His optics glinted with amusement, and he released a small wolfish grin.
"Well, as alpha of the Sora Asiatic," He began, "I must say the pack lands are wodnerful. Though anyone who entered could tell quite the past was accompanied with it." He loosened a bit, showing his comfort noticeably. "However, it is running a bit low on members; perhaps a native of the land would be willing to return?"
His voice was smooth and deep, calm with a small glimmer of hope...He had always dreamed of one day being a great leader and alpha; leading his pack on to glorious heights. So far he had only begun.

Niavo

His ears perked up suddenly, honestly not knowing what terra this alpha had claimed. For a moment, the hybrid wavered uncertainly. Then he dipped his head, "Yes, that would be perfect. One of my good allies borders the southeren end of your terra. Her name is Aaka." Niavo relayed brightly. He was a bit nervous to return to his old home, but it was time he went back and he was ready to become part of a pack.

Dathan

He grinned, an ally? Perhaps they should arrange a meeting-packs could never have too many allies.
"That's wonderful," He replied. "Welcome back then," He said and looked around. "Would you like to return first, then? I am still looking for more pack members, but we could return for awhile if you would like."

Niavo

He bowed his head, "Yes, I would like that. Good luck on your search." Niavo turned quickly and headed for his old pack lands.