When not upon the borders or otherwise holed up within the caves upon one issue or another, the storm coloured Angelo found himself killing hours within the training grounds; so familiar they were to him, having watched them be built up by his pack from a simple vision to an actual village. Keeping to familiar paths and trails, eyes lingering here and there without really bothering to take note of the sights that passed them. Little really changed in the landscapes he passed to draw his attention, the scenes before him eventually morphing from rock littered foliage to the protruding structures of Thackary.
Hugging to the fence line he progressed forward a little, flicking blues out into the training grounds to see if anyone was currently gathered there. Sometimes he found himself alone to practice as he pleased, others the samurai may attract a crowd, the amount of canines present didn't really hold much interest to him, just something he deemed worthy of noting before entering the grounds.
As far as he could tell there were two males gathered, both foreign to him and the wind not favourable for him to get a sure fix on their scents from where he was. Reaching to his side, the male placed a hand lightly around the handle of his blade; not so much as an intimidation thing, for they were present on training grounds, but more so he had quick access to it if there was a need for it. Closing the space between each one, he inhaled quickly, breathing in the scents around him. One of them, the one sat by the grounds, smelt lightly of his pack, although not as heavily scented of iron, must, earth and salt as the Angelo, the trademark combination that was found upon his pack members was present.
Dismissing the male for a moment he turned his attention fully upon the stranger, placing a padded palm upon the top of the fence, he hopped over the wooden barrier with ease, landing lightly upon the balls of his paws. Heading directly over to the one who most certainly wasn't pack from the scent of the male. “You” the one word was spoken with a rasping voice, indicating towards the foreign smelling one. “I take it you are being escorted upon our pack lands by someone, for I doubt you are fool enough to trespass” a question and a threat thrown together. “Your name and pack?”
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