Chiara had just gotten back to the main clearing when a loud howl caught her attention. The border seemed to be very busy these past few days and the thought of more members made her grin. Most proved themselves worthy of pack life under Teren's rule, while the bad apples were quickly disposed of. They say the pack is only as strong as it's weakest link, and it seemed most members fought to stay out of the spot life. The Guardian had even taken some time out of her busy life to train a few of the warriors, though in reality they were proving themselves to be beneficial allies instead of apprentices. Beneath her loyal exterior the fae had a plan buzzing in her mind, one she had dwelled on for quite a few weeks. Not really mastering the concept of the plan she cept silent about it, even from her mate and children and went of being the obedient little guard dog she was. Recruiting on the side didn't hurt anyone, especially when they knew so little themselves.

With a long stride Chiara ate up the distance between herself and the howling brute, arching her tail and walking with purpose once he came into sight. He was younger than her, but his scars told stories of past battles and a life of hard knocks. He also seemed distracted, as if something was plaguing his mind besides asking for acceptance here, what was it? "Greetings brute, I am Chiara Guardian to alpha Teren of Erenyx. Who are you and why have you come here?" She questioned, her amber eyes narrowing in his direction. She would expect a show of submission from the large male for she was a high rank and his deciding factor of gaining entrance or leaving shredded. A smirk rose on her face as memories of beating a healer into submission and chasing a few unsuitable wolves off came to her. Most wolves were respectful and offered their condolences to the small ebony fae. However, there always proved to be a brute who thought with what was swinging in the breeze instead of his head. Those ones would try to dominate or flirt with her, and they were met with snapping fangs and torn ears. Waiting for him to speak up Chiara remained standing, her eyes looking over his large yet lithe frame. He could pass as a warrior or hunter or he could surprise her and be another rank, only time would tell.

He snapped his cranium up and in the direction of the speaking she-wolf. She spoke in a superior voice which in ways irritated the brute but he wasn't exactly sure as for why. His perked ears flickered back against the hard surface of his head as she questioned him on his reason for being there. Figuring it was obvious he took his time in responding to the darker pelted she-wolf. Maybe that's what his problem was. Her superior ways and her darker hued pelt reminded the younger brute of Serenity, his deceased sister and best friend. Two years ago the male would have immediately submitted but times have changed and so had he. 

Hoax respected her position and respected her as a female but he wasn't sure if that could be seen through his expression and body language. Cocking his head slightly to the side the rusty colored male opened his muzzle to speak but quickly lost his words. Holding his tongue for a moment longer he quickly gathered his thoughts trying to recall what the female had asked him just moments before. He remembered her name, it is Chiara but what else had she said to him. 

He let his thoughts ponder a little while longer before it came to him. Why was he here, who was he. The multi-colored brute flicked his tail wrapping them neatly around his forepaws before he spoke up to the Guardian known as Chiara. "I am Hoax and I've traveled a long way in search of another pack." he said in a respecting voice with his head tilted slightly down. He still held his ears against his skull in hopes that the she-wolf felt respected by the younger male who was seeking an opportunity to join Erenyx.

Chiara grinned slightly at the submitting male, pleased with his show of respect towards her. With a nod she sat before him, signaling to him that he had done enough to win her over. The last bunch of loners had proved that there were some training apple in the tree and not all were rotten. Looking him over her face contorted in confusion as to what to make of him. "What talents do you have to offer the pack? We all have important jobs to do here. Some hunt, some fight while others heal or watch our young. What path do you care to follow?" She questioned ready to be surprised if he sought a caretaker role in the pack. There last caretaker had been a friend of hers and it was a heavy blow when Magnus told her that he had perished in the bear fight. it pained her to know that his training to fight wasn't up to par enough to defend himself and it angered her that no one extended them self to help him.

Turning back to Hoax her face relaxed once again. "Tell me of the lands you came from, your past and what experience you have in a pack setting. There are little secrets we hold in the pack and the paths we have walked in our past shouldn't be hidden." She asked, curious as to his life before this moment.