He had absolutely no choice. The last couple of months had not been pleasant for the demon wolf. It would seem that after Anastasia had gone and abandoned him, everything fell apart, crumble bit by bit to the ground in her wake. He had left Pitch Pine Trail with every intention to follow her, stalking her scent north until he came upon the 'River' wolves once more. Catching a scuffle there, he could not help but allow himself to reap havoc once more upon these 'River' wolves in their new location. However, the battle did not end without it's ill fate. Injured, with various shallow cuts about him now, yet to be fully healed and obvious with the dried blood caked about him, he traveled on. Of course, only to find out once getting to the pass he had one crossed before over the mountains, it was, needless to say, no more. The Winter thralled him, enraging the dwindling wolf who now could not continue his conquest. To make matters worse, the Trail he had left behind no longer remained, ether. He had no way of going forward, could not go backward, and he was fairly wounded, rapidly deteriorating as the Winter moved on.

He had followed the scent of yet another pack on this side of the Lore along the River line with every intention to make do. He would join them, as he had been unsuccessful in finding any other pack to join, or it would kill him, for this he was fairly certain. The body which the demon dwelt within would not survive the winter with sanctuary and the lands that reached out before him as he settled in a sit at the borders, seemed worthy enough to be called a Haven. He falls low, a shallow howl echoing from his jaws to the wolves of this land, readying himself for the display of submission he must pull off if he is to be of success here.

Only one came to his call. Or at least, only one for the moment. The demon did well enough to hold his placement. He kept his body low, his limbs bent, head tucked between his shoulder blades. Of course, this would easily enough be a defensive stance, a stance ready for a lunge or to flee. He expected anything and everything from this encounter and so prepared himself for it. The display of this wolf did not help. He held himself pompously, tail waving and head held high, body high, as he seemed to walk with an air of arrogance that made it clear he was better then the lower who came crawling to his doorstep. Beelzebub would be left to huff silently to himself, silver eyes watching his movements as he came nearer.

The words that came out of the male's mouth was at first offered with silence. An invisible brow lifting for the question that was given to him. What other reason could be possibly by here but to join? He looked thinly enough to be a lower. A bit raged in appearance and with the manner Beelzebub was trying to pull off, a lack of self worth in his current conition. Though the words which spat from his lips proved differently. He was just as evil to the core as the male before him was. "I am a rogue howling for members upon a pack's border. What is it you think?" He spoke with obvious sarcasm, his body still, tensed even in ready action. He might have been taller, bigger, and a member to the pack he did seek, but Beelzebub was not his subordinate yet and so did not fall before his feet. So much for playing nice...

He did not like the reply - obviously. Beelzebub awaited the action which would be taken in response, the hairs along his back side standing on end, his body remaining low, yet poised, as a flash of teeth was offered in response and nothing more. However, as quick as the male before him showed this display was as quick as he ended it. Once the fangs were away the hairs along the demon's back rest. Ah, Master had arrived and now the dog had to become obedient once again. Alas, there was Beelzebub to play the part as well if he wanted to wiggle beyond the pack borders as Rhysis here had.


The male, obviously dominant over this now known 'Caleb' questioned him, to which pale hued eyes danced over the black and silvery coated wolf (in much ways as himself) in wait of reply. The words which edged the wolf's maw was much as anything he expected, causing a small smirk to twist over the beast's mouth before his attention drew to the other male. His crooked grin gone, his body remaining in the low position as it were, he dipped his silvered muzzle to the other wolf as pleasantly as he could. "Beelzebub." There was little attention spared to Caleb now that he knew the other wolf was in higher charge and from the others words, the Leader. "The mountains have become impassible. It is pack, or it is death." He makes his reasoning for being here obvious and clear, if it had not been made obvious already. He had no intention of playing Phineas the fool by spewing out his devotion and willingness to lay down his life for this place. He was here to survive and he would do his part to prove his worth and work to be within such ranks as any. "I will help whatever way I can and if any specific need arises for the taking, I have served as a Scout for years - a tracker and messenger." Of course, the last part was a load of crap. He had only just acquired this body and had not done much of 'serving' anyone as of yet. Though he had done well to travel Anastasia across the Lore and going out for runs seemed like something he would be willing to do, allowing him often freedom beyond territory lines.

The game was intriguing, so say the least. Back and forth did they spit their words, one looking to outwit the other, one to make the wrong move. Formerly, Beelzebub had considered himself to be very good at words, at this mind game. He had whispered a thing or two many a time before to manipulate others, but in form- in body and in life of a wolf, manners were far different. They did not crave the popularity that humans might. They did not crave fancy items or riches beyond their dreams. They wanted survival, to be on top amongst those other wolves and predators in the wild. It was this and only this and today the demon would have to make Phineas think that having him within their ranks would further their placement in the land when it came to surviving the winter.

"Only the fool-hearted trust strangers at their doorstep - we've only just met. I'm asking you for a chance." He speaks these words as straight forward as the last. Why should Phineas trust him? Perhaps he should not. Not trust him with his life. Not trust him to be a servant to his every whim, nor be within the Glen for the remainder of his days as a faithful companion. But the obvious was there: Beelzebub needed him and the pack he held to survive and destroying it from the inside out only meant destroying himself. "You have made it clear you don't care if I live or die, but I, however, have come to find this existence, interesting, to say the least. Only two packs remain in the East. As I have said, I will help whatever way I can. I can ether hunt, scavenge or steal for you, or I can for them." After all, should he join, Beelzebub would be his pack and so, Beelzebub would 'mean everything' to Phineas as well.