Into the clearing he cautiously came, having spent the night at the edge of the boarder in a little sheltered copse of trees. The greeting he had received from the delta Ariste had made him wary of the other members of his new pack. He didn't know how they would react to him coming into the clearing. His head was slightly elevated, ears alert and eyes roaming, watching out for the next row that was sure to come his way. No fear poured off him to alert the others that a weakling entered their domain. Just calm acceptance of what his life was about to lead surrounded him. He did question himself of why he had decided to continue his way into this pack but all that crossed his mind was the leaf that had seemed to smell of his deceased mate. He had no idea that he had just walked into a living hell of vipers.

Sticking to the edge of the clearing, he scented a lot of wolves. A lot of new wolves. Where are they coming from? he thought to himself. Soon he came upon another she-wolf, scratching and nosing at dirt and other debris. He sat and watcher her from a few yards away, his head cocked to one side in curiosity of what she was doing. It became apparent a few minutes later as the form of a bedding site took shape. She was meticulously in making sure everything was nice and neat. He couldn't help but smile inwardly at her completed work when she then looked around. Her eyes searching for something, or someone.

Yuki sauntered inconspicuously into the pack clearing, her mundane appearance easily allowing her to move about unnoticed. She didn't mind it all that much, blending into the crowd; she'd grown up that way. Ever since she was old enough to stop weening, she and her sister had been shoved aside while their brother sat directly in the spotlight. She was accustomed to remaining discreet, and she honestly didn't care if others paid attention to her or not. She hadn't the need for outward admiration; her only desire was to improve her hunting and fighting prowess.

The russet furred she-wolf cast her dull, Steele grey gaze over the den area, her analytical focus glinting with a harsh ambition. She wondered if there were any wolves in her new pack who'd be willing to spar with her for training purposes. If not, I could always goad some idiot into a fight. She thought boldly to herself, a snide smirk twitching at the edge of her lips.

Though the diverse scent of wolves was strong, there didn't seem to be that many about at the moment. There was a white furred she-wolf constructing a little nest nearby, and a brownish-grey pelted male a little ways off. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she examined them, noticing then that their scents were slightly different than every other Erenyx wolf she'd previously encountered. The fragrance of the pack settled over them in a thin veil, but beneath that were stronger smells, varying scents from indistinguishable places. They both smelled more like her than an established member. So they're new too it seems...

The long legged fae padded slowly towards the two then, her expression austere. "Hey." She addressed them with a subtle dip of her head, violently suppressing the diminutive twinge of awkwardness sinking in the pit of her gut. "Are you two new here?" She asked the question bluntly, something almost purposeful underlying her tone. She didn't really have the hang of proper pack etiquette; not that she particularly cared for useless formalities. She just had to be wary of the over sensitive higher ups.

She hadn't planned on approaching them, but alas she was curious; information was power. She wanted to know if they knew anymore about the pack than she did, maybe ask them where they came from. She knew the chances that one of them had encountered the wolf she was looking for were incredibly low, but still. It couldn't hurt to ask.

She searched the clearing for the thing that she was looking for, eyes moving with a calculating gleam. Suddenly, a new face appeared from out of the shadows, a fae the same color as the changing leaves and bold as the light of day. She walked straight up to them and said hi, oozing confidence as she continued to speak, asking them if they were new. He glanced over to the white female as she spoke first. He found he liked her exuberant and energetic voice. He was surprised, however, at her rank though. A seemingly intelligent she-wolf in a lowly rank. Curiosity would probably get him killed in this pack but he really wanted to know why she was such a low ranker.  She continued on, asking if the the other fae was a hunter, making him lift his ears and roam his yellow eyes over the autumn girl. She did have the look of a hunter, but he waited for her to voice the confirmation. Keeping his eyes on them both he let his voice deepen taking on a calm gentle tone as he introduced himself and his rank, "I am Timber, I am also a hunter. Well met Faola." he said giving her a slight nod of his head. His gazed focused upon the autumn one intently, and opened his maw once more "And you miss, are...." His voice trailed off as if in question. He changed the sound of his voice perfectly, for some reason not wanting to give his true voice away. It was different for him, but he didn't know the reason behind it. He just did it.

He waited for her to speak, ears lifted and eyes shining with interest as they took in both females. An omega would get hurt and picked on easily, and he did have a heart. He would keep an eye on her from a distance and if she got into trouble he would see it. The bold one though, had enough ranking to take care of herself but would probably be a good sparing partner. Possibly help him harden his muscles that way he could help Faola. What was he thinking? Even though she was omega, she probably still could take care of herself, she's not a helpless pup. Ah but what a hole he was already digging for himself. He had not even met his new Alpha male yet and already he was trying to help his fellow members better themselves. To care for each other and help each other. As if he were a higher ranking male with pull. That kind of thinking would earn him punishment if he didn't just mind his business.

Yuki widened her dull grey eyes slightly at hearing Faola's rank, her russet colored ears perking slightly with curiosity. "Omega?" she repeated incredulously, a tiny, bemused smirk twitching at the edge of her lips. "I guess you must have run into some ass hole with a pissy attitude at the border, eh?" she asked plainly, her lack of tact and carelessness towards proper manners obvious in her apathetic demeanor.

Omega. That seemed like such an odd rank to place this she-wolf. She seemed fairly bright and optimistic, and she had already shown she was much more polite than Yuki. Had she really behaved worse than her when she was searching for acceptance?

She was pulled from her thoughts by the white pelted fae's question, and she nodded slightly in response, her usually austere expression returning. "Yeah, I'm a hunter." She replied astutely, her Steele colored gaze narrowing slightly as she analyzed her peer.So she assumed my rank based on my physical attributes. She thought silently to herself as she exhaled a slight huff, an irritatingly reminiscent feeling flashing through her mind as she did so. Clever.

She turned her attention to the male then as he introduced himself, tilting her head slightly with interest at hearing he shared a rank with her. He seemed sturdy enough, and tall too... Perhaps she'd have the opportunity to fight him at some time. Honestly it had been too long since her last skirmish; she was afraid she was losing her skill, becoming weaker. Maybe he'd be willing to train with her at some point, or Faola was also a potential sparring combatant. She couldn't afford to allow herself to become soft. Hasoka had never been soft a day in his life.

"I'm Yuki." She stated simply in response to Timber's question, before raising her chin slightly, her stone colored gaze glinting with curiosity. "If you don't mind my asking, where exactly did you two come from?" her tone was serious despite her slightly laid back demeanor, and her usually harsh expression was dutiful.

He stepped a bit closer, tightening the circle of three gently as the easy conversation flowed from one to the other. It was nice. Just a normal conversation as if the three had known each other for years. He relaxed, his hind end sinking to rest upon the packed ground and remained quiet. His yellow eye turned back and forth from one fae to the other as they chatted. A small amused smile tweaked his lips and he dipped his head to hide it, making it look like he was suddenly interested in a beetle that was crawling across the ground. The one named Yuki gave a huff of annoyance. It seemed didn't care to be profiled much. When he got control of his features, he smoothed them so that his face was straight, reveling nothing of his amusement, but didn't succeed very well with his eyes.

Timber watched as Faola shifted her posture. Not wanting to raise herself higher than her rank would allow but he could tell she couldn't help it. Again he glanced at her, amusement shining in the depths of his eyes as her head raised high and her shoulders went back in confidence. Faola spoke again, apologizing to Yuki. She then told of her past. She had been a princess. Well that is just as well for he had been a prince and almost a king. Now he was just a hunter. She continued her narrative up until the day of her acceptance. Telling them of a male named Magnus, of how he challenged her for the position she had asked for. He had to admit, she had guts accepting her rank of omega as her head lifted a bit higher in pride. If she moved up the ranks fast from omega then she was indeed a wolf to respect.

He listened intently as the two women spoke, still remaining quiet in observation and contentment. When Yuki asked where they were from,  Faolo wasted no time in telling them. His own respect for her grew more, to survive in the harsh north was a feat in itself. The north had no mercy for the young or sickly. Then it was his turn to offer where he had come from. "I am from the west. The grassy plains there are no less harsh as the northern wood and have no mercy for the weak or sickly as well. I was also the offspring of an Alpha, but I did not leave by choice. My father disowned me and drove me away." He did not resent his father anymore. He was just doing his duty in protecting his pack. And if it hadn't happened then he wouldn't have found the love of his life. No, his childish behavior was almost gone.

Yuki quirked an eyebrow slightly as Faola relayed her tale, the only visible change in her serious expression. So she was also from the North, and she too was the daughter of an alpha. It seemed the two she-wolves had more in common than she had initially anticipated.

The russet furred fae had been born in the frigid tundra to the governing pair of her pack, but she had never been treated like the alphas' daughter. Her brother was the favorite from the moment their parents laid eyes on him. She and her sister had basically been abandoned, and since neither of them could even compare to Hasoka's "greatness" they were both looked down on by the rest of the pack. She'd never once thought of herself as royalty, or privileged. She and her sister had isolated themselves from their pack mates, basically living as omegas for much of their lives. Her brother, now he was a prince, a true future alpha. He was to inherit the highest rank in the pack, and just look at the wolf he became. He was a monster. That's why Yuki cared so little about titles and caste; it didn't prove anything about who you really were.

She turned her attention to the male then as he mentioned his origins in the West, her narrowed, stony gaze widening slightly in surprise when he stated that he was also an alpha's progeny. Jeez, how many of us are there? she thought silently to herself, her tail flicking irately behind her. Her cruel front softened slightly at hearing he too had been disowned, and whatever lingering irritation she had been feeling was expelled with a quiet huff.

"I've never been West, so I personally wouldn't know what it's like there, but I did come from the tundra." She stated simply, her tone brusque and her expression austere. "How long were you two estranged from your packs?"

A trio of pups, the progeny of alphas from three different pack. What was this Erenyx pack made of if nothing but royal blood? Timber listened intently to the ladies, his attention on Faola as she answered the question Yuki directed at her. She had had such a short time away from her pack but not by much. He himself had had only two years but in a year and a half, that was plenty of time to learn to hunt. As for her fighting skills, it depended if she had been loitering around another packs territory. If she had then there would be plenty of battles between them. Plenty of blood to have been spilt, but she never said if she had battled others. Timber had done good at hunting but had avoided other wolves when he could. He had to admit though, his fighting skill where slowly leaching from him and he wondered if Yuki would like to practice sparing. It couldn't hurt could it?

Again it was his turn to answer the question and he gave his ears a flicker of movement. His orbs remained friendly and warm as his voice gently rumbled forth to spin his own tale of rejection. He held no malice for his original pack, it was what happened and it was in the past. But tell his tale he would. "I have been shunned for the past two years. The west is a very beautiful place if you like wide open spaces. In spring and summer you can practically see everything change from green to gold. The winters there are pretty harsh though. Not much cover from the wind and the snow can be very deep. Though probably not as deep as it is up north," he said glancing at Yuki with grin then continued with his story. "And prey. Ah the prey, they ranged from the smallest mouse to these gigantic beasts we call 'buffalo'. They are massive and extremely temperamental. Very easy to anger and they can run very fast, but they are delicious and worth the effort if there are enough wolves to take one down." He said, continuing to weave his tale around both females ears. If he had been born with arms and hands he would be animatedly showing them just how massive the beasts were

When his story came to an end, his eyes strayed to Faola noting that she was getting agitated and kept looking around. Surprise though graced his features when she spoke of her offering. An offering of sharing a space beside her in her neatly organized nest. Timber almost accepted immediately, his mouth opening quickly but then he closed it to actually think a moment. The opened his maw again to speak "It is a large space Faola and I would not want to intrude on your haven, but if you have need of someone to talk to in the night I would be honored and willing if you will have me." he said in a calm voice that spoke true. Even if she was an omega, the lowest in rank, she was still part of the pack and still important. He then spoke a thought he had aloud, "Faola, if we are keeping you we can leave if you have somewhere to go." If she did leave then he would watch her go, then turn to Yuki and ask her if she she would care to join him in a friendly spar.