Fel looked around their new pack clearing in hidden satisfaction. Since the pack began, the kill pile was filling up nicely. Border patrols were run regularly to make sure no one wanted to take revenge upon the former deserters. For a fresh pack begun in the winter, it was surely thriving. Shifting her paws around in the snow, Fel glanced towards her den. It, unlike the dens she had rested in during her stay in Helidos and Erenyx, did not have an overwhelming scent to it. It was simply hers; she was the original owner of the space. No longer did she live in a place where her ancestors had walked, nor where others had inhabited. Agavos was the freshest start she could have ever asked for. And thanks to Desmond, she was to help him build it.

The raven fae’s ears flickered towards the sound of the howl that interrupted her thoughts. Without a moment’s delay, she dashed off to meet whoever it was that stopped at the border. Fel assumed he did not come here to attack since he gave away all elements of surprise, but that would not mean she let her guard down. Hostile until proven otherwise: that was her mantra for dealing with strangers. And even then, they could always become hostile at a later date. As a result, there were few wolves the elite fully trusted. Paws gently pummeling the snow, she flew across the distance with a newfound vigor to her run. Her tail, abnormally long, flew like a great banner whilst lifted up into the air. Soon spotting the brute through the dead, greying forest of winter, she slowed down to a lumbering walk, her limbs taking higher steps to cover the distance and snow effectively. Toes spread out to increase the surface area of her paws, Fel stopped a few feet in front of the unknown brute. He smelt neither of Helidos nor Erenyx, which was pleasant to discover. The brutish fae stood tall, staring over at him with a gaze as chilling as the wind that attempted in vain to pierce her thick mountainous fur. “I am Elite Fel of Agavos, the newly formed pack of Alpha Desmond. Speak your purpose for coming to our borders, brute. I prefer you get to the point, as I have duties to attend to.” Her voice, as deep as a male’s but with the smoothness of ice, rolled out across the snow-covered forest floor. The male had seconds to begin talking, or else she would think he was a waste of time.

Staring down at the male, Fel examined his submissive posture as it arose – or rather, lowered. The depression of his head allowed for a full view of his back and shoulders, as Fel was slightly taller than he. This Erabus, who had already spoken, seemed to be of physical shape compatible to their needs, but what role would he suit? From his large frame, she guessed warrior, but one never knew a stranger’s real strengths unless one asked them or scrutinized their general behavior. As the Elite had no time to do the latter, she simply let her long banner fall limply to be tossed about in the breeze before she spoke, finished with the physical inspection. “Rise, Erabus. I can never be too sure of who lurks at the borders I am bound to protect, be it friend or foe. But if you are to join our pack, you must hold a purpose to its thrive. Tell me, where do you come from and what strengths do you possess that may serve our community?” One raven ear remained turned towards him whilst the other flickered around to detect any slight hint of more company. Helidos wasn’t a pack known for vengeance, but Erenyx certainly was. And being that many Agavos wolves left that pack most recently, they were an easy target. The fae’s unsympathetic gaze remained locked onto the other’s differing orbs. Whilst making sure he did not seek to challenge her, the interesting aspect of that color combination made itself known to her. How rare it was to see bi-colored eyes, these framed by bronze. The only others she had seen were surrounded by either darkness or ash. These were different. They were surrounded by the burning bronze of the sun and the wood of trees. They held life within them. Her eyes, however, held nothing.

Fel watched him, scrutinizing his movements and behaviors. The quick glance he gave her in which their gazes fell in line with each other’s was met with a cold glare. And though his response was not altogether satisfactory, it gave enough information for her purposes. There was, however, a point to be made. “I respect your right to privacy in this sphere, and this sphere only. Keep anything that is valuable to the pack’s safety from me, and you will be reprimanded appropriately.” The Elite paused, looking almost boredly over him. In the brief expanse of time, the winter wind managed to fill the silence of the air in a quick howl, blasting into her ears and ruffling but not penetrating her coat. “A warrior then… Well, do you, Erabus, intend to be loyal to the pack of Agavos, its alpha, and your fellow pack mates? Do you intend to help your pack members when they are in need of defense? Would you be willing to fight and to die for the safety and honor of your pack?” A single, onyx brow raised in question to the brute. Tail swaying limply in the wind, Fel waited patiently for a response from the promising new warrior.

((Okay so I'm reeeaaally confused, since you had this whole warrior thing going, but the application says hunter, when I looked back. I just went ahead with the application now, so apologies for any prior mistakes. If you would like to change this, let me know or PM Azul/Quinn.))

The Elite, thankful for his short responses, gave a simple nod at his final vow. The two simple words meant much, but their similarity to another more formal ceremony was amusing. Perhaps she would see the day this brute found himself a fae and went through the process of a mating ceremony. The Elite had witnessed several in various packs throughout her lifetime, but held a personal opinion that they were worthless. She found no interest in celebrating the illusion of love, finding the emotion naïve and crippling. There was no such thing as love; there was only instinct. Those who claimed otherwise were fools in her cold, unsympathetic eyes.

As for the current matter, she declared in a formal tone, “Then I declare you a full member of the pack of Agavos, and give you the title of Warrior Erabus. You have the option of following me to the pack clearing, or you may explore the lands on your own. That is your choice to make. Your duties will begin tomorrow morning. If you need help or have any requests or questions, you are free to come to me.” With the final instruction and the process of acceptance complete, she turned around and headed back into the frozen brush, not minding whether or not he followed her. The last thing to disappear into the darkness of the barren branches was her abnormally long, slithering banner.