On the northern border of Ernyx lands, a lone white wolf would approach. The weather was mild, although still unpleasant. Throughout the entire day a stead light rain fell from overcast skies, drenching the ground below and casting a grey light upon the land. Tempest seemed to pay no mind to the weather however as he padded through the forest.

His fur was soaked through and hanging downwards at this point, revealing his true form beneath. His form was very well built, he had the body of a warrior. Perhaps the rain was a good thing then, as it would help whomever approached the border to judge him.

He had been traveling now for an entire year, the beginning of the journey was with other survivors of his pack. They were not accustomed to surviving in foreign lands however, surrounded by hostile packs that forbade hunting on their lands. They were not accustomed to the life of a loner. Neither was Tempest at the beginning, but he adapted. One either adapted or they died.

Why then, did he approach this border? Hunger was not the only thing to take the lives of the other survivors. Packs were just as likely to be openly hostile to any prospective wolves that approached their borders, and Tempest had already seen multiple wolves slaughtered at the borders by packs, even if they did not cross the border.

Well, it could have been loneliness, or perhaps even curiosity to any other wolf. To Tempest however, he knew that finding a pack would increase his odds of survival, especially in these lands, as he had scented multiple borders in this area. Also, Tempest knew the packs attacked his group because there were many of them. A single wolf such as himself posed much less of a threat.

Settling about ten yards from the border in a sitting position he would tilt his head upwards towards the overcast sky, a couple droplets forcing him to blink to wash them away as they pattered onto his face before he let out a long low howl.

Tempest rose to stand on all four paws as he caught wind of the approaching wolf. Storm grey eyes would watch the larger black males approach impassively. If Tempest was surprised at the sheer size of the wolf that stood before him, his countenance did not betray it.

As Teren raised his tail, the pure white wolf would lower his instinctually, along with his head to peer at the ground a couple of paces in front of himself. Tempest could still see the wolf that stood before him in his peripheral vision however. This show of submission was optimal in this situation to Tempest. It gave respect to the high ranking wolf before him, while also not leaving him completely open to be attacked. Once Teren spoke Tempest would reply, still retaining his current submissive stance,

"I am Tempest, and I have called you because I seek to join this pack as a warrior," the words seemed empty, without emotion or nervousness, but they served their purpose perfectly in answering the questions posed.

Tempest held his current stance, as it seemed to satisfy Teren thus far. Even as a short gust of wind blew by, the white wolf did not sway, but stood as still as a statue. His muscles were relaxed however, and betrayed no apprehension by tensing unnecessarily.

Another question was posed by the black wolf then, asking of his own experience as a warrior. Tempest did have experience as a warrior to go along with the training he had gone through, so this question was easily answered,

"I was a warrior in my previous pack and fought in a war against another pack. I took part in many battles over a one year period," he said, voice steady and lacking of expression as he relayed this information. Silently he awaited the black wolf's judgment for now, yet he still was alert as to the other's position. Even with the other wolf's seemingly non-hostile demeanor, that could change in a moment.

Tempest wondered then if perhaps the other would try and test him in some way, that was another common practice before packs accepted any wolves into their packs. If this was the case, Tempest would gladly prove himself if ordered to do so. Although this wolf that stood before him would most definitely be a tough opponent. Despite his apparent age he still had a large size advantage.