Lone wolves were not uncommon in Relic Lore and they were always easy for Indru to spot—they smelt weaker, more vulnerable, without the scents of packmates clinging to them as well, and of course, they smelt hungry, a lone wolf was forever hungry. While Indru had siblings who had left, he himself had never found the life of a loner appealing, he relished in the company of his family and thrived around other wolves, why would he have any desire to be alone? The scent he followed now—female, mature, alone—was part due to boredom, but he couldn't deny the curiosity in it too. Swift River needed females and perhaps this female need a pack.

It didn't take long for the leader to catch a glimpse of a pale shewolf through the trees and he slowed his approach to a more cautious one, his fiery eyes watching her for a moment before he called out to her, hello there. His voice was rather hushed at first as he tried not to startle her, Indru wasn't a mean spirited wolf and he was aware his size could be intimidating to a smaller wolf. I'm Indru Tainn, he rumbled, and tried to step out from the trees to both get a clearer view of the female and to give her a clearer view of himself. The fact that he was a leader was clear in his dominant, musky scent, and Indru inclined his head back towards his borders as he made his introduction, I lead a pack east of here. My borders claim a swiftly flowing river. What also would cling to his pack, he knew, was the fact that the pack was strong (with the potential to be the strongest in the Forest) and also expecting cubs, it would be a prosperous pack for any loner to join, but Indru wouldn't accept just anybody.

The female was pure white and it was always dazzling for him for a moment, of course he'd seen pure white wolves but they were not ones he came across commonly—out of all of them he knew Jaysyek the most, and her he really barely knew at all. Yet he quickly rallied his thoughts and saw her drop down, submitting to him, and he nodded his head in acknowledgement of her respect of his rank. This wasn't his claimed land but it was near it and he appreciated the female's respectful posture.

Your not quite there yet, Cali, the leader smiled lightly, yet couldn't help but wonder why she would cross the land if she thought it belonged to a pack. Surely it was instinctive in wolves not to cross into a pack's territory? However, a home is something I could offer you. Swift River was a strong pack—one of the strongest and oldest in Relic Lore—however while they were short on female's in their ranks they were not desperate either. In return for joining our family and in turn gaining our protection, shelter and food... What could you offer us, Cali? It was a important question, yet it was spoken warmly and with curiosity. At this time of year, with cubs coming, Indru could afford to have no slackers in the pack, everyone had to work as a team.

Indru listened attentively as she spoke, it was good to be confident of your abilities but not overly so and he felt she hit the happy medium, she admitted her weaknesses, and already by doing so she was making them not weaken her quite so much. It was her admittance of her skill with young that drew Indru's attention most than her hunting and warrior skills, and his abruptly perked ears demonstrated that clearly. We expect cubs this year and all three from last year were kept alive, the pride in Indru's voice at his unborn children and his grown ones was undeniable if his smile was not sign enough. Soon Hael, Fen and Kisla would be joining the adult ranks, but even yearlings had much to learn still.

The leader gave himself time to ponder as he watched the white female with a polite but assessing eye—she wasn't at her full potential yet (not lone wolf would be) but even then she was certainly not a weak looking wolf. At Swift River our pack is our family and we honour loyalty and trust above all else, and Indru's tone adopted a seriousness too it at these words, the pack had been wounded by a deep betrayal from it's member's recently and he would not tolerate it again. If you too value these—and swear your loyalty to the pack as we would to you—a family and a home is something I can certainly offer you.

At her words Indru couldn't help a small smile curl his muzzle, so far he could find no fault with the female, he just hoped she stayed true to her word, but there was only one way to know that for certain and it required time. After she expressed her ability to be loyal to his pack Indru nodded in acknowledgement—family packs were not common at Relic Lore, but he couldn't help but think they were stronger. However, feeling she wished to continue talking, Indru offered no verbal input and instead waited as she began to explain why she was no longer a member in her birth pack.

The shewolf's story was not a happy one and Indru lowered his ears briefly in an expression of sympathy, I am sorry for your loss, Cali. His words were sincere as he could not imagine the loss he would feel were Corinna to lose the cubs growing inside of her at the moment. Gently Indru closed the gap between them as his posture morphed into one befitting the titles they now both held: leader and subordinate. Indru's tail rested confidently on his back as his head rose proudly, but when he was infront of her he leaned forward to gently grasp her muzzle in his own, a gesture that doubled as both acceptance and reassurance as well as representing his new dominant role towards her. It was a soft grip, and easily broken, but her acceptance of it would be her pledging her loyalty to the pack.

Welcome to Swift River, Indru rumbled once he had pulled away, his tone soft still as he hoped that a new pack at least could provide her with a small comfort in the face of her loss. The leader walked forward with the intention to mingle his scent with hers, his musky, dominant smell that would be soon left on her fur the tell-tale signs to other wolves of her unity with a pack, and therefore her protection by them. Ready to go home? Then, with a quick, encouraging look over his shoulder Indru left the Wildwood and headed towards the borders, planning to led the way for Cali.

It was a simple ritual, but one Indru had always known—he had witnessed his father accepting the rare, few strangers he allowed into his pack, and so in turn Indru had adopted the old ritual. It left a mutual bonding, a trust, and at her lick to his chin he smiled as it rose proudly in response to her respect. At her eagerness he nodded quickly and his tail waved briefly from on top of his back and his movements were clear with his beckoning gaze as he turned.

It was not a far trek to the borders and as soon as you entered the Grove Indru's dominant markings were clear from a few miles of. Swift River had claimed this land and still remained unchallenged and so naturally as their ranks had expanded so had Indru begun to increase their territory, knowing that he had more wolves to patrol it's borders. It didn't require him to introduce their lands when they finally reached their outskirts as only a fool would e unable to notice the scent but with a smile he inclined with his head for her to cross the invisible line and soon stepped after her with little hesitation. Home.