The second in command walked along the borders steadily. This was routine for the elder of the Dreaming pack, an instinct driven by her responsibility as a leader. Her gray lean form moved without haste, the path dug deep into the soft summer Earth. The days were long, the Sun not falling until her tire had sunk deep into her muscles and touched her bones. But the noon had hardly been reached as she patrolled the scent barrier the pack maintained.

Silver tipped ears turned at the sound, the call familiar and yet the voice foreign. It was a question, one she had heard many times while in the Crimson Dreams pack. Anu tipped her maw to the blue and white of the sky and returned the howl with a long, soft call of her own.

Where she was once slow and seemingly fragile the gray muzzled female took to hasty paws and began running in the direction of the sound. Soft summer air whipped past her face, ears turned forward in the hopes of hearing the stranger, and black nose searching for their odd scent among all that she knew so well.

Finding him was not hard, and she slowed to approach him gingerly. The wolf was young, and Anu figured him to be a stray from a neighboring pack. Yet another. Blue eyes looked him over, silence on her tongue as she examined him, perhaps testing his patience as she watched.

Her stoic demeanor turned warmer as she spoke. This is Crimson Dreams, I am Anu the Praetor here. What is your name young one? Anu asked, her voice far softer then one might think as she looked him over a second time. They were always happy to accept the loners the neutral lands brought them. It was their purpose, to keep them safe and give them the family they may have lost.

So many times Anu had heard these words. Each time a loner came to the borders and asked for acceptance there was something different about the situation and yet much of it was the same. But it was a part of their lives as social creatures and Anu could not help but be curious about this new wolf and excited about the possibility of new blood running through Crimson Dreams. Yet she showed none of this excitement, hardly a wave of her tail could even be seen. Instead she looked calmly at the youth and listened.

The old wolf nodded, taking in his request and processing it with ease. The light pelted male watched her too, his deep green eyes looking with the same wonder as her water hues eyes did. The wolfess took another step, closing the gap between them just a bit more. The pack can give you protection and a family. What is it that you can give us in return? We all must pull our weight here, will you be able to do so? She questioned Fyre, though her tone was soft and warm even if her words were straight forward and her intention transparent.

If he had lived on his own, traveling from beyond the realm of 'Souls then he must be able to hunt small prey at the very least. But there were other things that they could use from a young spirited wolf. They could not have a yearling who was not willing to learn, such a thing would hurt the pack and Anu wouldn't have it.

There were many things that could be said, many things that had been said to the woman before. But none had ever told her that they would tackle a grizzly in the name of the pack. Anu smiled gently, the younger wolf was certainly eager to join them. But that was a bit extreme though. Lets hope that none of us face that challenge. She spoke with a bit of a laugh in her tone. The gray wolf nodded her head and then began to explain. We live here in peace, amongst ourselves and our neighbors. You will be ranked as a Plebeian, until you prove yourself. Anu approached the other wolf and closed the distance that was between them. The Manor is not far, there are plenty of rooms to choose from if you wish to live there. Blue eyes beckoned him to follow her, deep into the pack's heart and towards his new life among the Dreaming wolves.

Anu felt that the young white wolf would fit in well, the simplicity of their rules making the line between right and wrong clear and easy to depict.