Horse and rider galloped forward, veering towards his call. Jacquez watched appraisingly as the stallion drew neatly to a halt before him, guided expertly by its werewolf rider. His dark eyes glanced over the shaggy beast, noting its heavy breathing and flecks of mud, gleaning that the pair had been out searching specifically for him.
Most canines had the respect to wait at the borders and call for a leader, but perversely this pleased Jacquez. It fed his ego to have people waste time looking for him, and he didn't like scurrying to the edge of his kingdom every time some stranger wanted in. A lopsided smirk began to tug at the corner of his mouth, nodding slightly in acknowledgment of her greeting. "You've got him," he drawled lightly, relaxing the fist at his side.
The one-armed monarch sauntered forward, closing the distance between the two. This Anann cut a fairly imposing figure; she had athletic grace in her tall posture, and her mount was larger than the horses Jacquez knew in the stable. But it was her tough confidence that caught his attention -- he was quite chauvinistic, and only when a female could prove themselves in a male world did he consider them worthy of note. A bedwarmer could be anyone, sure, but if they wanted to be considered more than a pet to him, they needed some backbone.
The dying sunlight washed them both in warm golds and reds, her fur like crystalline amber, his like autumn leaves. He stopped several paces before the pair, aware of the unpredictable nature of some horses. "What sort of audience is it you request, mademoiselle Kelevra?" he inquired, fangs gleaming in his insidious smile. His unique heritage gave him the long, sleek countenance of a collie-dog, but much of his height and lithe strength derived from shepherd and setter ancestry.
He was very much the oddity in this northern world of wolves, but he had held his own for nearly a full year now, partly because of his unorthodox style in running a pack. Newcomers were sometimes surprised at the ease with which he accepted them; strength in numbers would lead to cohesiveness, and not the other way around. If this Anann Kelevra sought to join his ranks, she needed only to ask.