Faola padded casually alongside a river bank. She had come across the river about two days ago, and had been following it since. She hunted small game, drank and rested when she needed, avoiding waste of energy. She knew in her heart she was on the right path to finding a pack, but felt unsure. How would she fit into an already established pack? What rank would they place her at? Would they accept her? Or would they reject, and possibly even... kill her? These thoughts persistently bombarded her mind. Racking her thoughts like claws, causing her to even occasionally mentally whimper. She came to a stop near a tree and sniffed. Her tail flicked curiously as she caught a faint scent. A territory marking. She licked her nose and yelped quietly in excitment. As she began pacing the scent was quite a few hours old and she knew none of the members would be back until late to remark it. She laid her ears back nervously before pointing her muzzle and howling in a sweet soprano melody. Her call was simple 'Who is here? Where are you? Can you sing back to me?'. As the last notes died away she sat down and pricked her ears waiting to see if someone would answer her lone cry.

Early mornings were not an unusual thing for the Guardian. He'd been in the habit since he was very young. At first it was his mothers insistence that he train to be better that woke him. Then it was because he needed to hunt for his pack. Now it was simply habitual. Despite no longer being the packs Lead Hunter, Magnus often took the time in the mornings to check the kill pile, usually adding a carcass or two by early morning. The rest of his day would constitute of watching his Alpha from afar, ensuring the safety of his dignified leader. If was not him watching, then it would be his better half - Chiara. This morning was Chiaras watch, so Magnus opted to check the borders for himself. Newly granted permission to accept wolves into their ranks, he relished the chance to hear the call from beyond the trees he called home. Trotting, tail curled high over his spine, he scented one such wolf, but no call was made yet. He lowered his stance, sliding easily into a predatory stalk to trail the creature. He saw her, small and white, sniffing at what was clearly an old scent mark. He held his position in the shadows, waiting for the call. That's when he stepped within her field of vision. "Who are you and what do you want with my lands?" He growled at the fae. His tail had once more curled over his spine whilst his head held itself aloft to look down his nose at her. He wouldn't take any useless wolves across these borders.

Faola flicked her ears when the male came out of the shadows. She turned and faced him her cyan eyes narrowed slightly not liking that she had been snuck up on. "My name is Faola. I've come to request acceptance into the pack that resides here." her eyes softened significantly to one of polite kindness as she sat back on her hunches ears forward. "in my previous pack I was supposed to be the alphess however I left my pack because I want to be a caretaker as well as it was my time to find a pack that was of need of my services." she explained simply. Her tone neither harsh nor allowed any room for one to believe she was to be walked all over. Her eyes remained stationed over the males shoulder. It was better to show him respect than to make him angry, this she felt instinctively and thought it best to not test her luck. This male was large and would obviously not hesitate to take her out. She held her breathe a little hoping he wouldn't attack her.

(Ooc - If you wouldn't mind colouring your speech. It makes it easy to read.)

Eyes aflame the Guardian glared at the ivory fae before him. She was short and a little disproportionate, clearly a mixed-breed. The most obvious difference was the ears, they were a little small for her. It was a little strange-looking, but nothing worth remarking upon. He raked the claws of his large right forepaw through the dirt, tail still held aloft in a banner declaring dominance. His amber eyes never left her. "I don't care if you were the queen of all the land. You're here now, at my border, asking for acceptance. You submit to me and show me some respect unless you want your life ended." The whelp wanted to be a Caretaker, he could have laughed. "What makes you think you'll be a good Caretaker? Our last one was mauled by a bear." He sneered. Omen had been weak, he could barely fight. This female didn't look like much. He was glad his pups wouldn't be under her care, he doubted she could protect them. At the very least if this fae was deemed good enough, his daughter might have a mentor.

Faola lifted her head and finally met the eyes of the larger wolf as she got to her paws, head held high unafraid. "Yes I am here seeking acceptance as a caretaker. That does not mean that I will allow a great brute such as yourself to treat me as an omega." Her cyan eyes narrowed dangerously as her ears laid back and her tail straightened. She bared her fangs with her next statement. "I am not to be underestimated. You look at me with the eyes of judgment but if you truly doubt my ability then put an end to your foolish game. I have no time for pups play and even if you reject me there are other who would accept one with my such skills." she snarled as her fur bristled. "And as for YOUR territory, your scent is not the same as the dominant male's scent here which would place you at lower than the alpha of this land. I suggest you reattempt your bluff of it being YOUR land. I will submit to one who is DESERVING of my respect and submission." she clicked her teeth glaring as she braced her body ready to fight. Yes she was applying to be a caretaker but her bloodline would not allow her to be treated as little more than prey. No, the male had crossed the line and she was ready to fight back lose of life or not.

If he had hands he would have applauded her. Slow and sarcastic. As it was he rolled his eyes and stalked towards the female. His lip curled, baring his teeth in a snarl. "You want to call yourself an Omega? Fine, you'll be an Omega then." His snarl grew louder before he lunged at her, forepaws landing on her side, forcing her smaller frame to the forest floor. He pinned her body beneath his, placing a paw over her throat. He bared his teeth viciously before leaning in and snapping his jaws shut very close to her neck. The Guardian whispered angrily. "I don't care how bloody special you think you are. Here you are nothing. Your past, who your parents were, it doesn't matter. You'll start from the bottom and work your way up. It will be hard, it will be long. You'll be lucky to make it to Caretaker." He growled and pulled his head back. Fiery orbs glared down at her, muscles tensed, barely holding himself back. Air rushed harshly through his nostrils and into his lungs, making his sides expand before returning the journey. "This land is my home and I serve the Alpha. As his representative and your superior yes this is my land. Considering it's me you met you should be thanking your lucky stars. Teren would have killed you by now for that pathetic little speech. You're lucky I'm letting you live as an Omega." He snarled again, adding emphasis to his words. He wouldn't be harassed by some wannabe Alphess. She'd learn her place or die.

Faola snarled a response. Even when he placed his large paws on her throat it did not stop her from quickly rolling over and shooting to her feet using her smaller frame to maneuver under his body and attempt to throw him slightly off his center of balance trying to make it just enough to where he would stumble sideways out from over her. "I care not what you say I am who I am. I will not be insulted by YOU." she snarled back snapping her jaws with enough ferocity to frighten elk. However, the male was right. She knew it even if she didn't like the fact. But she had already started this, the only prideful thing would be to submit. With a calming breathe she sat once again and slowly moved her head to the side her eyes losing any fire merely becoming blank as she revealed her throat in a submissive position. "But like you said I am requesting acceptance here. Tis not in my favor to challenge one who I encounter such request." she told him calmly.

Her feeble attempts at throwing him off were nothing to the hardened Guardian. Mere glancing blows that would do little more than put a few hairs out of place. He placed just a little more pressure over her throat, slowly cutting off her air supply before stepping back. He watched her with cold eyes as she sat and tilted her head, exposing her vulnerable throat. Was this her sad excuse for submission? He growled deep in his chest. Then chuckled, albeit condescendingly. "Smart girl." This wretch would need to learn her place. He hoped she came to him for training, he'd take great pleasure in breaking her down. A smirk lit his face at the thought. The idea of beating her, destroying her soul, crushing her ambitions, making her a helpless slave to then build her back up in his own image. It was too perfect an opportunity to miss. "You're an Omega of Erenyx, learn to act like it and you might be lucky enough to live through winter." Her turned his back to the fae, but stopped, stretching his head over his shoulder to view her. "Come find me later. I'll be the judge of your fighting abilities. Maybe you'll learn a thing or two while you're at it." He winked at her, turned and walked away, off to finish his border patrol. He left the fae alone, expecting her to find her own way through the lands.

Faola flicked her ears unsure if she heard the male correctly. For a few moments she was frozen. Then her relief kicked in and she inhaled deeply before flicking her tail and tilting her head allowing her ears to flop. She gave the male a wolf smile before she rose and trotted after him. "My name is Faola." she added to him wagging her tail as she continued on ahead jumping around playfully as she made her way to the den following the scents of others, whom she assumed were the pack members. She was admittedly a little excited as she passed trees and other such brush. After a good couple miles of walking she could distantly see the den. She paused nervously in hesitation. She took a deep breathe her eyes fixed on the den. Then with a shake of her fur she made her way toward the den. She was careful to keep her eyes down so as not to offend any other members as she made her way into her new life.