A tawny ear gave a subtle flick as the first of rays of dawn began to cascade over the spectral woods and grace his cheeks with a warmth that began to stir the slumbering regal. Low grumbles sounding in the back of his throat in defiance upon being awoken. Vespertio was much too comfortable to be up and about just yet. Couldn't the sun give him just five more minutes of blissful sleep? The answer was no was the beams of lightly slowly crept higher and higher on the dark hairs of his mask until they reached his eyelids. Making it impossible to sleep any longer with the light shining in your eyes. Reluctantly the agouti man caved in to the demands of the world and arose. Stumbling a bit on sleep filled limbs to stand up and give his shedding winter coat a good shake. Salmon tongue passing over the dryness of his lips to return some of the moisture lost overnight before a mighty yawn forced them to break apart further, jaws parting to allow a whine of sorts escape its trap in the back of his throat.
He was finally up and with a swivel of his head the golden pools of his settled on the still slumbering from of his travel companion, second in command and friend. The stormy pelted man Anthem. With a low chuff he attempted to rise the larger man, going so far as to give his shoulder a solid nudge. There was business to be attended to and the sooner they could finish the sooner they could embark on the trek back home. Once Anthem began to awake, Vespertio stepped back to give him room and opted to take a glance around him for the familiar tell tail signs of pack borders. The earthy man had been in this direction before and happened to meet one of the Bend's members. A silver coated woman by the name of Zia Celencio. It was with thanks to her that he was able to recognize the thick oak scent of the pack he needed to speak to. "Come Anthem." Was his short spoken words before trotting off into the brush.
It was only when he finally reached the edge of the borders did his creamy paws come to a halt. Leaving his medium built frame a respectful distance from that invisible line. Lifting his tail just above his heels(seeing as he was but a loner of sorts when not within his own kingdom) and angling his head back towards the rising sun a beckoning howl in a baritone pitch broke the morning airwaves. Seeking the audience of both leads if the time was convenient. The time to speak upon an official alliance or not had finally come.