He was restless. It was unusually cold in the night and while his sister slept peacefully by his side, he could not find himself falling asleep. With a sigh, and a promise to revisit his sister at a later time, he got up from his spot and their private den, exiting into the Willows. Things had been tense within Willow Ridge. Morganna and Nicolò obviously didn’t get along. The alphas hardly talked and could barely stand one another’s presence. He should have been sterner with her and he knew now that he would have to prove her wrong. He would keep his position within the pack and make sure that the Ridge had a strong male leader for once, unlike Angier.

The dark man made his way towards the borders, hardly recognizable in the dark. The only light part about him was the silver streaks of fur on his pelt. As her rounded the borders, he made sure the mark them with his scent, heavily making it clear to anyone, on the outside or inside, that he had been there and that he was doing his job. Nicolò knew that he would have to make an effort to speak with other members and perhaps court and few of the ladies if he planned on doing what he had spoken of with Morganna. Of course, if he did, and she planned on hurting any of his offspring, he would be furious and he would make her pay. Surely, there were others who would not stand for Morganna hurting innocents and killing those only for her personal gain. Truly, the Archer line in Relic Lore was turning into something Nico did not want to be apart of, unless he could fix it.

He was moving along the borders with determination, his face set in a firm countenance. However, a greeting threw him off balance. His pale, yellow gaze snapped towards where the voice had come from, a male, a new member of their pack. He had seen him quite few times in passing and had picked up his name eventually, Wraith. The alpha’s tail waved above his back appreciatively at the formality, though it was not at all necessary in the setting. Nico greeted the other male with a smile, her voice firm, deep tenor when he spoke, "Please…call me Nicolò. Have you enjoyed your time in the Willows thus far?"

He tried to keep contact with the other male, preferring them to be on neutral grounds when others were not around. Nico did not find the need for his subordinates to submit to his every whim and movement. Things could be different here, they could be peaceful. The dark Archer kept this in mind while he engaged in conversation with the other male. Hopefully, if everything went smoothly, he would have a better idea of who Wraith was and what kind of man he would turn out to be. It would be a test for the both of them.

The dark man was calm in his stance, in pale yellow eyes attached to the form of the male in front of him. He seemed sturdy enough and Wraith could, no doubt, live up to the name he was given. His subordinate was respectable enough and Nico relieved to know that his niece accepted formidable wolves to the ranks, despite her obvious opinion of how female should obviously dominant within the pack. No more. They should be equal beings. Nicolò knew better than to publicize his internal thoughts, knowing it could lead him to a great deal of trouble and not wanting to stir the tension that was already brewing between the alpha pairing. It would simply not do.

Nico remained relaxed at Wraith continued to speak and at his final words, the alpha male could not help the smirk that came to his lips. Humor was not lost on him when he spoke, "That’s good. Willow Ridge does not pride itself on lazy members." Of course, everyone within the Ridge was expected to pull their full share and then some, it was what kept the pack around for so long. While Nico did not agree with some of the decisions currently, he would put up with them until they would be dealt with in their own manner. In the end, while Nico could make his own threats, it would be Morganna who would destroy herself and then the dark Archer would be able to watch her demise.

Again, the Archer had no intentions of speaking his mind of the matter. The business between Morganna and himself was strictly between their family, and if Morganna thought otherwise, then she had a sick way of mental processing. However, now were not such times to be thinking of his family conflict. He focused his attention back on Wraith. Clearing his throat, Nico spoke again, "I hope that marking the borders isn’t the only thing you do around here?" He phrased it as a question, his pale yellow eyes watching the male carefully. The alpha was not being threatening, just curious.

Nico’s ears flicked towards Wraith, his voice strong. The other man’s response was lengthy but it gave him his desired answer. Currently, Willow Ridge was lacking in all attributes and could use any skill that anyone could give them. Of course, “anyone” must be qualified and mentally stable enough to remain in a pack and fend for themselves in one way or another. His ears flicked again when Wraith began to speak, his pale yellow eyes focusing on the dark man’s face. It would do well for members in Willow Ridge to specialize in their specified element. It would make everyone’s roles much more clear.

Nico cleared his throat before speaking, "Well, do let me know when you decide. It would do well for members to take a role in which they do best in." The lack of pack roles within Willow Ridge did not get past Nicolò and he wanted that to change. They had plenty of members and from what he could tell they all did their fair share amount of work but when pups came along those who were masters in their art, those were the ones that he wanted to teach their future. The future needed the best of the best to teach them and right now, that wolf would not be Wraith.