Welcome
From the foothills he had seen them coming. What a strange pack of creatures; three wolves and another animal, one that he could barely see moving in the forest beside the canines. It was interesting to him, and so his keen eyes had watched the far away living specs move across the lands, closer to New Dawn. The dark Alpha did nothing at first, believing them to be a small pack moving out of Nova Scotia into the mainland to the north. But then their trek hitched, and a call was made. Zalen’s ears perked, and he stood onto his hands and feet. He paused for a moment, the wind carrying the last notes to his ears before he let out a call of his own and began his loping trek down from the foothills to the newcomers below.
The trek down to the flat lands took him longer then he had anticipated, and by the time the wolfess and her pups came into view nearly a half-hour had passed. His ears perked forward as he neared them, they were still well outside the borders, though close enough to cause him to want to investigate. He gave out a booming bark as he neared, his hulking Optime dwarfing those of the female and her offspring, "Hello," he then said in a low tenor voice, "I am Zalen Damaichu, Alpha of New Dawn." His eyes scanned the elder females face; he made note of her bad eye before then looking to her young pups; they seemed like they had traveled a great distance, it showed in the ruffle of their coats. And, there was a scent, very faint but familiar to the sable male. It was the lingering scent of a pack, but it was so delicate that he could not place which it was.
His ear twitched to a rustling in the bushes a ways off and he turned his head for a moment to send his piercing green sight into the shadows, but saw nothing. He sniffed, and the unmistakable scent of a bob-cat came to him. He shook his ruff and then turned back to the group before him; he would pay the cat no mind.