As she tilted her head a strong call came out in the open. Silently he listened to Cali howling for her Queen. The last minutes he had been very silent. It was not the nerves that were breaking his social side, Rain tried and imagine. What kind of wolf would he face if the call was replied. It was hard for him to get a clear picture, most of the time he would first investigate before diving into the deep. Though he had a good feeling from Cali he didn't know much about Swift River. Better to say nothing, the white woman had not told him much about her home. Him being a stranger stumbled upon their borders, Rain had not expected to get the whole riddle story about their past. It would have been nice to know at least a little something, but no he would face the unknown for now.

Waiting for a strong adult entering the scenes, someone from who you could say ''that's the alpha,'' Orev had everything expected than this. A tawny female showed up, following her with his silver gaze he took an observant look. The little one was obviously a yearling, looking at the green eyes he looked back at Cali. Green eyes seemed to be favoured in this area. Watching the girl closely as she interacted with Cali it was Orev who tried to obtain a little more information. As he guessed this should be offspring form the King and Queen. From the outside look he wildly guessed one of her parents possessed the green eyes, or someone in the family should cause the colour was not so common. Saying from her length she would not be a large female but she would outgrow a small wolf so medium sized somewhere around that. He couldn't say her parent's would be the same size but he tried to sketch a little image so he would not be found by surprise.
Done with his little observing he gave a small nod to the yearling. The words the green eyes spoke towards Cali didn't slip his eyes. It was strange, he had never seen such before. At least that was what his mind was telling him. Rain wondered which conversation was held between their eyes, as the language was very much foreign for him. Throwing a questionable look at Cali. Was there something he did not know ?

you do not know who is your friend

or who is your enemy

until the ICE breaks.

It was a call which he normally would've answered, but in an entirely different fashion. Ice had always been one of the wolves who stalked the borders, who shoved his nose up against every loner who came, who investigated when someone brought home a new one — but he had never answered it as a leader, as the patriarch of Swift River.. as someone who could decide the fate and future of others, on whose broad shoulders the decision lay. He had been no stranger to letting Indru, or Marsh, know what he thought of someone else, but would that be enough now? Would he let his own inclination towards distrust rule him? In some ways, Swift River was weak, turning in upon itself in pain, balling up tight. In other ways, they were strong, overcoming hardships. Growling lightly under his breath, Ice stared up at the sky, before sighing. White smoke drifted out of his mouth, rising up, before fading out. Brief, meaningless.


Sturdy legs carried the large male through the snow. Exhilaration and fear mingled in his blood, and he kept hoping that when he got to Cali, Corinna would already be there, that he would get some help in this first judgment... But nose and eyes told him that wasn't the case, and the River male blew out a sigh. Just to be strong and trust yourself then, Ice, he told himself, and drank in what he saw. Cali, of course, with a large white male by her side, and Kisla, frozen at the spot. Ice's ears swiveled once, listening, before focusing forward, and for the first time ever in a border encounter, he did not shrink down beside his fellow pack mates. Instead, he raised his head, and his tail, stood tall. It felt both odd and natural all at once.


Coming up behind Kisla he touched his nose to her hip by way of greeting. None of them had had it easy the past year, but Kisla seemed to have suffered more than all the others for some reason, and he didn't know what he could do — all he'd done had just backfired one way or another. Gently he tried to give her ears a comforting lick before moving over to Cali and Orev. The stranger looked quite a lot like Ice himself, from the near-white coat to the gray eyes. Reaching out his head, he bumped his nose against the top of Cali's before looking at her questioningly, waiting for her to introduce this (if Ice might say so) handsome stranger.. or for the handsome stranger to introduce himself.

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His silver eyes took on the situation as it was right now. Quite some wolves had gathered around him and if he was not Orev Rain he may have felt intimidated by the amount of members. Was this their way of scanning through the wolves who wanted to join, or was he just the rare loner who decided to ask for the Leaders. He was not sure but he just watched the coming stream of River wolves.

Right after the come of the yearling with the green eyes, a man entered the scene. Turning his silver head, he found a pair of eyes who could be his. Well that was a surprise. Orev took the new wolf in as he approached them. So he assumed this male was the King. It was hard to not see the big similarities they shared. Did his mother bare a brother upon this world without his knowing? Silently he watched the male interact with his members while Rain all could do was observing. It was funny, if that was the right word for this situation. The silver loner had never seen someone who looked so much like himself. Like looking at a lake that mirrored his own face. The childish side of him wanted to play seek the differences but he would keep his composure. His adult-side, but he couldn't help but wonder how this King looked like from the inside.

His head dipped to lower himself from the large male. Something was moving, the silver flashed to the side and he saw a other wolf approaching them. The fae was a smaller sized Cali that held more colour in her fur than her sister. It was not hard for him to see the bond between the two woman's as their eyes held the same colour. This began to grow interesting but he was still a loner and he knew. Even without the shown fangs of the little fae. Rain wanted to snort at the shown fangs but he kept it in his head. He had no rights here by this land so he had to behave to his stands. Instead his silver eyes simply met the emerald with an neural look in them before smelling a other wolf.

The Queen was medium sized. Other than her partner who seemed to be around the same size as his. Putting his large body a bit down to adjust, it was hard, you could not shrink into a littler animal than he originally was. So he just showed his manners while he could still somewhat look down on the Queen. He wanted to start his introduction, seeing no other was showing up, when Cali took his opportunity. The corner of his mouth tweaked slightly up hearing her words.

He took a good inhale of air before he began his own talking. After all he was the only man who was called Rain and he could not let Cali talk on his behalf. 'As stated I'm Orev Rain. Though I prefer to be called Rain for time being. I came from the north and recently entered the Lore.' His eyes lingered from River to River wolf, showing him the proud he felt for his name and the confidence he held in his heart. 'When I met your borders I encountered Cali. We talked and I was quite.. fascinated. We talked about our homes and with that this pack was mentioned.' He let his voice fade, thinking about his words before speaking out loud. Flattering, dazzling words were left out. His words would be straight to the point. 'A home is a nice thing to have. However that's not what I seek. I'm looking for a new purpose. If your pack holds this for me I would, of course give something in return.' This time he only looked at the King and Queen of the River. Even if they held a nice shelter and good food it was nothing he wished for. Those things were just tools to keep you living, giving it depth and meaning was a whole other measure. Something you could not reach by yourself. So was this the pack he could serve till Raven would call for him?

you do not know who is your friend

or who is your enemy

until the ICE breaks.

There was something deeply satisfying about Kisla's returned greeting, the simple gesture of acceptance as the top of her nose brushed against his lower jaw. Of all the River wolves, she was the one he never really knew how to act around, the one he always thought he somehow upset in one way or another, but for now at least, something was good between them. Something was simple, as it should be, and he treasured the moment, knowing that surely things would be awkward again in the future, as it always turned out to be where the pair of them was involved — but then he could, at least, have this memory to help him keep faith and hope alive.


Cali greeted him in much the same fashion, introducing the stranger as Orev Rain as Jessie came up beside him. He didn't take his eyes off the stranger, but leaned in a little closer to the small female to acknowledge her before standing up straight again, tail and head high. From the corner of his eye he saw Corinna come up on his other side, standing chest by chest with him — shorter, but no less imposing.. no less forgiving. She settled for a more aggressive approach than he, and he wondered if he was stupid, to have just stared at him impassively. Had he been blinded by their similar appearances? Or just stupid, as usual? A twitch ran along his lips and they pulled back slightly, suggesting that he'd better drop low or both leaders would be displeased.


Ice saw the shift in this Rain's body, a little hunch to his back, and some part of him wanted to tell the male that even large wolves could skulk — after all, Ice had spent a lot of time in Swift River skulking around for Corinna's benefit. Words would not win their respect, and for a moment he felt quite much like Marsh in that it just annoyed him. Stiffening, Ice let a growl rumble deep in his chest, and his twitching lips peeled back further, baring his arsenal of thick fangs. There was something disrespectful in Rain's casual lowering, not enough gravity, not enough sincerity — what was he, a freeloader who thought he could get away without effort? Letting the growl rise into a snarl Ice lunged forward a step, ears forward and tail high, the message Corinna had sent reinforced by the simple lurch forward: get down, or get out. Ice wanted to see him on his back in the snow or not at all.

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