After getting his female, the brute decided it was high time to collect the wolves he knew would accompany him to the other side, to Erenyx. Steele knew if Azul caught wind of his presence within the pack, he would have to fight him then, but that was not the plan. The Alpha needed those young to be born of the Alphess, before he would take their lives. She was close to birthing their young, but not close enough. Steele thought about the lands, the neutral grounds between the newly divided packs. He released a chuckle as he moved from his haven to the lands neither he nor Azul claimed for their own. Finding himself in Cathedral Mountain, he shifted his paws in the dry dirt which covered the ground graciously. The air was dry here, it was a curious thing how the plantlife survived in this climate. He cared not enough to wonder on these things for long, making his way to the closest point at the top. With his forepaws planted on the ground, he lifted his chin to the sky and released a deep and thick howl. All who heard it would know exactly who this wolf was, but they would not know his plan. As he lowered his head, his eyes stared for all the wolves that would come to him. In the crowd, he hoped he would see Warrior Nicolaus and Apprentice Nyx, the two he had been working with so closely. There he stood and waited. They would come and Erenyx would finally start their reign. Someday Azul would be dead and his blood would be presented across Steele's fur like a trophy.

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The female came forwards, meeting the grass's end to phase into an orange dust-like substance that wedged their way into the dips of her toes. She had come to know the rumors being spread throughout the land that the superior wolves were at ends, but why? Since the day she came to the dividing line between pack and neutrals everything had seemed harmonious, corresponding almost. Nevertheless, she knew little of the Betas and held little respect for anyone but the ghostly colored Apprentice with the strange eyes she happened to encounter a few months ago. Kennedy snuck glances over the emerging group of wolves hoping to see the Apprentice somewhere in the mist, and suddenly she did. Nyx, the white and younger fae trotted eagerly towards the front, holding a musical personality like what the hunter used to have until her life took a turn down "Jealousy Lane".

Working her way through the group, she nudged into one of the males she had never cared to meet and brushed up against her side. Kennedy nodded a simple hello and pointed her head straight, letting the barrier of silence split between them. Cliffs of the same orange dust stood enormously, shadowing half of the region with one wall. Ahead of the group her sapphire eyes spotted the male whom had arranged this, black as night and silver eyes that could slice through ten souls at once. The brute was not her favorite but she saw a great leader somewhere beneath the petrifying image. He did not scare her nor cause her to feel over-dominated. Kennedy eyed his features closely, not missing a single dip to the toned muscle in his legs or the slightest darkness behind his eyes. Erenyx will soon be the pack she will join and the pack Steele will lead. The Alphess although she did not care for, but as long as Steele is in control, her respect will be given to the fullest. She whispered, tilting her chin to the side. "Nice to see you, Apprentice." Kennedy looked to her right and gave Nyx a half friendly smile.

"Hey, Kennedy. I wasn't sure if I would see you here or not." Seeing at least one friend made Nyx give a sigh of relief. Kennedy was one of the first wolves she had met and they had become friends over time. Nyx had felt a specific warmth towards the creamy fae when she realized that Kennedy did not make friends often. Any ideas of seeing her sister here were out of the question. The thought of seeing Ember here was long gone from her mind. Nyx knew the her siste rhad never once met the beta. If she had, they would've gone together. The white fae had just arrived when Kennedy showed up, and they seemed to be among the first ones there. She had been eating freshly caught prey when she heard her mentor's call. The apprentice was hesitant to leave the Helidos territory at first, but that was only from how drastically the terrain changed. The ground was dry and stuck to her paws. Dust clung like fine silt to her snowy paws. Plants grew in some spots, but that was not what had her attention. Huge columns of rock rose up from the ground and were covered with the same reddish orange dirt. On one of the mountainous rocks stood none other than her mentor. He seemed to look satisfied to her, like he held power by just standing there. The Alpha of Helidos was nowhere in sight, which sparked her curiosity. She wasn't going to question it because of her respect for Steele.

Looking back at Kennedy, Nyx smiled slightly and scooted over for her to site down. She felt that there would be more coming. Leaning close to the creamy fae, she whispered back. "Long time no see." Nyx gave a sigh before putting all of her weight on her back haunches. She had came and now she waited.

Warrior Kodiak had started making his way to the tall red mountain, Cathedral Mountain, as soon as he heard the deep howl of the black male. Kodiak did not have a chance to meet the male during his time in the pack, most of his time had been spent with the few friends he had made in the pack, among those friends was the faes Aurora and Chiara. He knew not if they would be there however.

The male had grown tired of the way his current pack had been run. It was frustrating to the male, it seemed wolves were not given ranks based on how strong they were, or even their wit, it was all an interconnected web among the hierarchy, and all the talking they did rather than taking action seemed unnatural to the male, who was already accustomed to the way of life of a loner when he arrived in the pack, which called for tough decisions and quick action in the face of survival. Kodiak felt a pack could become much greater through other methods of rule.

On the contrary though, his experience with one of the Betas of Helidos had not been so pleasant. Kodiak only hoped they wouldn't judge him based on that encounter, when he still knew nothing about pack customs. Now that he looks back at that time at the border, he could see just how foolish and arrogant he could have come across, when in reality he was just acting defensively because he didn't know why she was angered at him. Maybe today will be a fresh beginning...

Once the grassy fields ended, and the dusty red dirt started to appear under his paws he knew he was getting close to his destination. He was here previously, before he joined the pack he had climbed to the top of the steep jagged red mountain, and had met the fae Chiara there, so when he reached it's base he knew exactly where the narrow path to the top started. Just like his previous climb, he was extra careful, the hard rock did not give him much traction and the path was quite narrow in some areas.

Once he reached the top, Kodiak was relieved to see there was already a small group of wolves that had arrived. The large black and white male dipped his head respectively towards the black male, whom he knew was in charge, making sure his head reached lower than his, before moving in with the crowd. The wovles in the congregation so far were familiar to Kodiak, he had not met any of them though, he only knew them passing glances and familiar scents from Helidos' camp.

It was pitiful place; Cathedral Mountain, though in all its gross might, it was also beautiful. Strange how the two qualities so perfectly melded, although to him, nothing was strange anymore. For he was nothing - but a corpse with a heartbeat, and now he walked aimlessly toward a call he did not truly hear. He was ally to no one but he who planned to take his Lucy's final breath as his own, friend to only the demons that ravaged his mind and enemy to all but those who bent before his will - which was little more than the grass he so maliciously murdered beneath his paw. Esmeralda was a devious temptress, the Alpha a fool to his lust, and his pack ridden by the wretched fleas of the earth and their damnable bodies of adulterous thievery. Alas; he was alone in his majesty, and it was for that he had no duty he followed the song his sire so arrogantly spit.

He braced himself for the onslaught of chatter as he approached the hillock upon which the king perched, his body slipping with little ease between the furs of faes and the words from their lips slithered, stopping to stand before his sire instead of amongst the hive of nuisances that lay incredulously at bay. With the black of his eyes in sight he bowed, his nose to the rock that dusted red about his paws and tail flat to his haunches, remaining so for a time before sitting for himself beneath his Alpha's throne, lifting his head to look out upon the wolves he had gathered. In a glimpse, he ruled them lowly, never mind the potential some were to hold nor where their loyalties rested. They were tiring, unsure, young, and in near disgust his gaze was averted. Where was the determination? Where was the bloodlust? Where are your warriors, my mightiest king?

The following wolves are allowed entrance into Erenyx:

Hunter Kennedy
Apprentice Nyx
Warrior Kodiak
Warrior Nicolaus