Loki yawned, his shimmering tawny coat reflecting. Golden orbs scanned the area around him. He brought two forepaws forth, arching his back to stretch. Bringing his ebony nose up to the air, sniffed, then trotted on. No sign of anything, not yet. Thinking as he cantered on. Loki eagerly wandered on, getting drowned by his thoughts. Ashen ears twitched as something unfamiliar entered his nose. For sure it was a wolf's scent, but where from? Loki quickly scanning the place, then trotting forth, before halting. Letting his tail hang as he slowed his pace. His Aurelian eyes searched his area, his tongue lolling as he panted softly. His father's words echoed in his mind: "Run, Loki!! Run and never look back!!" And trying unsuccessfully to fulfill his father's words, spoken so hastily. Tripping almost, when he was greeted by wolf's strong scent. It was as if they were on my left shoulder Then pricking his ears. It's all over the place! I am standing on their territory! Could this be my chance to start over!? Lifting his tail, bowing his hind, then throwing his snout to face the huge star's face. A song emitted from his charcoal lips, enough to make the few birds sitting lazily in the trees stutter. The howl lasted hopefully long enough for others to hear him. Erenyx, Erenyx... That was all he could remember, and there was Beta Steele, who created the pack. Errhm, no help He bounded nimbly over the lands, until the scent became stronger. His paws placed delicately met the turf, as he stopped and waited. Picking a tall dark spruce, leaning against it, then sitting down, covered by it's shade. There, now I'll have a shot. And with that, sat comfortably on the large tree.

She ate quick, not sparing time to savor her meal but instead focusing on what needed to be done. Throwing her mind, body, and soul into doing what she knew would benefit her pack. Not that most members appreciated any of it, the ungrateful and greedy whelps that they were. She'd met plenty of them before, and they all thought themselves as tough for earning entrance into the lands of their Alpha. These thoughts only angered her and caused her to tear further into the flesh of the creature she was eating. She was waiting for someone to challenge her, to prove that they weren't all future food for the crows one day. That had yet to happen, but such disappointment was ignored as she continued her meal. Maybe after a break would be in order, a chance for the fae to sleep and rejuvenate the energy she had lost with such a lack of sleep. But, as typically as could be, such thoughts were distracted by the howl that echoed in her ears and irritated her.

The fae made her way to the borders but took her time. Anyone worth respecting even in the slightest would wait and not still respect her position when she strolled to the borderlines. Nyx finally made it and curled her tail in dominance. Hopefully this wolf wasn’t so foolish as to think they were the dominant one in the situation. Nyx’s lips peeled back and she snarled at the male. “Who are you and why are you on my pack’s border?”

Loki grinned when he smelled the scent of wolf growing stronger, whipping around to face rustling plants as an cream colored wolf, an eye of sapphire, the other, dark honey, face him. The scent sure radiated off of her, and seeing her dominant pose told him she was of higher role. Greeting her by bowing deeply before speaking. "Hello ma'am. I am Loki, of the loners. As for the question, I am a mere wolf attempting to join your pack." He lifting his head after speaking. "I am no threat to you, or your pack." He answered, making sure his voice was completely calm, and had no edge. His golden eyes scanned the fae, obvious of higher ranking, before deciding she was alone, no threat from her, except for her snarling face. He was completely smooth as his tail brushed his flank, swishing it, to and fro. His ears remained still, but the lovely singing birds made his ears want to fold inside out. His paws ajusted as he shifted his weight onto his left half, the scar he got from long ago still visible through tuffs of tawny fur. "Erenyx, isn't it? Wonderful name. The the beautiful name suits the wolves," smiling at the fae, "as well as the landscape."

Snippy and quick as she was, Nyx’s lips lowered themselves back over her teeth. They became the dark seam of her mouth once again, hard and dedicated as they were to her pack. If she were a snake, her body would be coiled and prepared to strike with fangs of venom at her aid. She watched with silent satisfaction at the bow she was given before she spoke in a response to his words. “No doubt you are no threat, you’d be stupid to act as one. Claim what skills you have, brute. Serving our alpha is the highest order, the strong are taken and the weak are killed you understand?” Her ears turned back in irritation at the sounds, wishing nothing more than to tear the creatures that made them limb from limb. Such tolerance as hers was little, but she had made a promise. Calming her stature slightly, Nyx quit the snarling face and became a fae with an emotionless expression and unruffled fur. Her tail was still raised yet moderately as she was proud and confident of her ranking in the pack. When the brute spoke again her heterochromatic eyes sized him up and looked him over. Once he was done, she replied with a flat tone and a slight scoff. “Yes, the name is Erenyx. It is not meant to be beautiful, nor are the wolves meant to be so. We take our pride in death and we are merciless. If you do not show these characteristics at the proper time, they will be beaten into by none other than myself.”

Loki grinned as the female spoke, giving a reasonable demand. He then cocked his head to a tip and answered mostly seriously, but a hint of mischief was detected. Dipping his head short and brisk, to signalize he had realized his mistake. "Yes, I do understand. Never would I show weakness to the opposer, nor would I give up. You have my word. Fight 'till the end, or die trying." But this time, said with certain satisfaction. His ears twitched, then continued, resigning to his formal state. "All I request is one of the hunter role. Along the lines of general skills, I have many, excellent eyesight, hearing, and scent are obvious necessities for a hunter. I have indeed caught larger animals such as caribou and other big deer. I may not be as good as larger roles, but I promise I wont disappoint you.” His nose twitched, and he sized up the fae... A little late, but might as well, battle statistics was always something good for a wolf with no experience. She was large, probably a warrior, no make that she was definitely one of the warrior title, a beta, or someone in between those lines. He flicked his tongue over glistening fangs, and shrunk back to his formal state. Her haunches were tense, and he wondered, if she were to snap, she was almost guaranteed a win... So why was she so dominant? Was is him, or something different? If this was what Erenyx was like, feisty, no mercy… Then Loki had definitely found his home. ”Might I catch your name?” Loki blurted out, not thinking about what he was going to say before he spoke. And with that, he let her speak, hopefully granting his wish. She was a tough one at that, maybe the others would be the same. If she was in fact the beta, then what would the alpha be like? Alphess? Male beta? He wished never to get in their way!

The beta’s eyes narrowed as she listened to him. So a hunter, was it? She’d just be delighted to give him such a roll, or maybe this was an overstatement. The male wasn’t disrespectful as most she had met upon the endless borders. Fortunately for him he would leave without a mark or even a possible scar. His behavior should have calmed a dominant position such as hers, but for the fae it would be opposite. Trust was earned. She did not give it for free, that was the foolish acts of a pup. He could turn upon her at any moment, and because of this she would need to be prepared to strike. “Since you have given me your oath, you’ve saved me some time. The rank of hunter will be granted to you, since you are just so excellent”, she sneered mockingly. Within her she laughed, but took on the Devil’s tone. Nyx eyed him thoroughly as if he were prey, she his predator. He was weak, a helpless whelp to her eyes as she had been trained to see others this way. But, since he had been kind to her, she figured she would give him the warnings. “The very second you walk across this border, the only safety is the abyss of death. You will perform your duties or I will kill you myself if the alpha does not do it first. We do not take the weak in this pack and it is not tolerated. Don’t promise not to disappoint me, I have no doubts that you will. Just prove yourself, brute, and you might just stay alive.” The beta was about to turn until the voice of the newfound hunter asked yet another question. Registering the question, she paused her turn of irritation towards him. Her name? Of all things, he wanted to know her name? The fae internally recoiled from the question, but externally answered as she walked away. “Nyx, Beta Nyx. Find your own way back to camp, brute.” Thus, the beta moved from the brush and was gone.