It was morning. Not ridiculously early, but nowhere near midday. It was a respectable time. One where the new Alpha could be expected to be up and about, hard at work running his new pack. Magnus, whilst respectful of his friends grief, was overjoyed at the death of the old Alpha. He had been lazy, selfish and cocky. Each of these he took to an extreme level. He hardly interacted with his pack members at all, he just left Chiara, Katyusha and Irrationality to do all the heavy work. So it was almost ironic when the one border patrol he did run, lead to his death. Furthermore, instead of going out into the pack, meeting new faes on his own to search for a mate, an Alphess for this pack, he demanded a fae come to his den in winter and take his seed. He was lucky that this fae was already infatuated with him. But then he asked for more, calling on the faes who wished to be mated in their coming heat cycle. This lost him the loyalty and respect of his subordinates. He was so sure that they would fight for him, he hadn't bothered to believe they might hate him so. It was only his family who cared enough to step forward.

Teren was in charge now, and that meant that Magnus would need to ask once more if he might be mated with Chiara. He was not afraid, for he did not believe Teren would ask such an atrocity of him. Of Chiara. He hoped that this pack had a good Caretaker. He would only accept the best of care for her. Aziza had disappeared, to his disappointment, but Cheshire was able enough. Cliche would be his first choice, but it seemed she would be too busy having her own litter.

The Lead Hunter had already been out on the job this morning, bringing in three fat hares. They had been difficult enough to find, with this winter He threw two of the hares on hare on the kill pile for others to enjoy. But he kept the other in reserve, as an offering to his Alpha. Being sure to keep a respectful distance, the male approached the Alphas den and stood in wait. He dropped the carcass just a few feet in front of himself, that he might speak. "My Lord and Alpha Teren. It is I, your Lead Hunter Magnus. I come with food and a favour to ask of your excellency." His voice rose strong against the winter chill, deep baritones never wavering. He expected his Alpha to arrive at any moment.

Resting in his den, he kept his eyes closed. This morning, he was not out and about in the territory. Instead he decided to get as much sleep as he could. He breathed slowly, in and out as he laid there. He did not care to wake up. He did not care to be disturbed. He slept peacefully, keeping himself to the rear of his den. It was dark and the light of day could not seep into his home. But it did not stop wolves from disturbing him. He heard a voice, male for sure, and it was in his den. Green eyes emerged from the darkness, large and round. His lids slid back to expose them completely. He forced his large frame from the ground and charged for the entrance. His tail was high over his spine, the hair on it sticking up as high as it would go. Teren did not feel threatened, but he was angered. He stared to the male before him. This was one of the wolves who spoke up to the rest of his pack once Teren had taken over. He shared a liking for the new king, but Teren did not like the intrusion. He saw the kill in front of his uninvited guest, but it did not matter. "What do you want?" he snarled between his teeth. He wanted to show that just because he was the Alpha, it did not mean that he wanted all the wolves to just come to his den and ask whatever they wanted. Could he not wait until they were both outside? After all the patrols that he took all the time, never was he asked during them.

Two spots of green were the only things visible in the darkness of the cavern. They were much higher than Magnus's own eyes of fire, gliding slowly into the light. A dark figure detached itself from the shadows and sauntered towards the Lead Hunter. Teren commanded an air of such authority and ferociousness, it was easy to understand how he could be an Alpha. The larger male snarled and raised his tail dominantly. Magnus responded by lowering his own appendage and dipping his head to his master. "My Alpha, my deepest apologies for disturbing you. I had thought you might already be about the pack lands and hoped to catch you upon your return." He nosed the hare slightly, rolling it closer to the larger brute. Ears pinned against his skull, his head lifted to view the great male and speak confidently. "My lord I shall be blunt. I am here to ask your permission to be mated to the Guardian Chiara this season." His deep chest heaved with each breath he took. Not a tired panting, simply deep, calming breaths to ensure an even tone. It would not do to be misconstrued and offend the Alpha when discussing such a delicate matter.