It had been awhile since he had heard someone calling at his borders but the pale leader answered without hesitation. Instinctively he was a little apprehensive, especially with the nagging presence of the Keep wolves in the north, but he could not let that hinder him. They had already caused enough problems; he was not going to let them dictate every decision he made.

The air had grown cooler as winter rolled into the lands of Lore, accompanied by a blanket of snow. Fortunately the Surge wolves had the Driftwood forest to shelter them from the worst of it. But Lachesis did not mind—nor did his children as their Arctic heritage had prepared them for the cold.

He was greeted by an unfamiliar (scarred) face as he approached the borders, his chartreuse gaze focused on the tawny stranger. How can I help you? he asked as he stepped toward the loner, his chin angled high as he observed the male from a distance. He looked hungry, as most loners did, but not useless. A good start.

The tawny stranger held himself confidently, his chin raised slightly and his voice firm as he spoke. It was a little bit of a deterrent, but Lachesis wanted to hear the scarred male out before making a decision solely based on appearance. The loner got straight to the point, which Lachesis did like, announcing that he would like to join Driftwood. Yes, I am, he responded quickly, his voice level as he continued to observe the stranger from a distance, my name is Lachesis and this, his maw swept to the expanse of trees behind him, is Driftwood Surge.

The male continued without hesitation, explaining that he was a good fighter and would prevent those who did not belong from crossing the Driftwood borders. Normally he would have shied away from someone who boasted about their fighting abilities, as Lachesis was not much of a fighter himself, but with the threat of the Keep wolves lingering (and the coyotes in the summer) he was no longer opposed to the idea. Do you possess any other talents, fighter? He inquired, a soft smile causing the corners of his mouth to lift. Anything that would be useful to Driftwood?

While he was a little disappointed that the russet male did not offer up anymore talents it was apparent that the loner was capable of feeding himself, as it did appear to be well-fed. Which meant that he wasn’t completely useless and would be an asset to the Surge wolves. He nodded, softly, his expression still hard; unreadable. Lachesis was worried that if he denied the male a position in Driftwood that he would seek out the wolves of the Keep instead, and that would simply not do. We can work with that, he mused quietly, his chin tipping softly to the side as his gaze narrowed. The male, while strange, would be of use to the river wolves. We pride ourselves on loyalty—if you can offer that to me, and the other wolves of Driftwood, then there is a spot for you in our ranks. He paused, his tail twitching. What is your name?