Awaking under brush he didn't remember finding, Fino stood. He stretched out his paws and inhaled deeply. The scent of pine as well as nearby rabbit met his nostrils. He scanned his surroundings, trying to remember why he came here. ‘Ah,’ he thought, ‘that’s right. I need a new home, and a new story to write.’ He sighed and began to walk to the rabbit’s location. Long gray ears shown behind a log while the rabbit ate the green grass. Silently, he crept upon the unknowing prey. Gathering his haunches, he leapt. The rabbit shrieked in shock and pain as the male landed on its neck, breaking it. After a moment of a spasm or two, the animal stilled. The male laid himself down, one paw on the stomach, the other on an arm. Within seconds he devoured the creature. Blood soaked his muzzle of white and filled his mouth with its warmth. Just as he finished with his breakfast, he stood and sniffed the air. The night before, he remembered smelling some kind of wolf, however, he had no idea as to whether it belonged to a pack. There was, though, only one way to find out, and he knew it.

Fino began to walk towards the vague smell. As he passed trees, closing the distance, he found that it became a border. “It has to be a pack.” He noted. The male sat and thought a moment of what he would do to let the unknown pack know he was waiting at their border. Then, an idea popped into his head. He lifted his maw and howled to the sky, letting his plea ring throughout the land. Lowering his muzzle, he looked around, wondering if anyone was in close proximity of him already. The male shook his head and laid down, resting his chin on his paws. There, he waited for a response.

As the snow fell from the tree tops above the pack lands, Desmond rested his head on crossed paws. The flakes fell gently to the floor, some landed on the tip of his nose. Immediately they melted and rolled down the sides of his muzzle. But Desmond did not move. The winter was a peaceful time right now. The females were in heat, but he had n intentions of going after any within his own pack. He made a promise with the one-eyed rogue to bring her a litter, but that was it. He didn't need a ton of little bastard children running around the lands. Especially if any of them realized he was their father. Could he imagine the calamity and issues with the younglings? Yes, yes he could. The thought alone stirred him from his peaceful rest, and he stood on all four paws. He shook his body from side to side and walked out of the cover of his den. His long legs strode over the lands, making his way to the center of his pack's home. He wandered around the terrain, taking in the sights and the smells. He closed his eyes gently and smiled to the place that was now owned by he himself. It was funny to think that just a few short months ago, he was a Rogue, destined for nothing and destruction. As he moved about the lands, his ears were open to the world. The large male listened carefully to everything around him. And when the howl rang across the lands, he would answer the call. Desmond curved on the backs of his paws, turning to make it to the borders quickly.

He hulked his way through the woods and brush. As he approached, he held his head high and pushed out his chest, but his tail did not curl over his spine. He did not need it. He was dominant enough and didn't need to show it. He smelled fresh blood and soon he saw it plastered over a wolf's muzzle. Green eyes stared as he drew closer to the other. He cleared his throat and stopped in place. The silence between them was nice, it allowed Desmond the chance to inspect him all before he would begin to speak and possibly ruin the moment. "Welcome stranger, what brings you to these lands?"

As the minutes passed, he shuffled his paws, making indents in the snow before him. The male sighed as he waited, hoping someone heard his call. Hearing a voice, he lifted his head to see the wolf that stood high. Seeing his stance, he guessed he was in a position of importance. “I’m sorry, sir.” Standing to give him respect, he lowered his head in greeting and moved into a semi submissive stance. His blood covered muzzle touched the snowy ground as he spoke. “I am but a lone traveler. All I wish is for a home to be accepted into.” Raising his head to meet his eyes, he spoke once more, a calm tone coating his words. “My name is Fino.”

The male scanned the other with his eyes of jade. Beginning with his eyes, he noted that they too were green, however, the hues that filled them were slightly lighter than his own. Moving his attention to his frame, the male noticed how large it was. Though the stranger held a coat of mixed browns atop his back and white underneath him, thickly covering all limbs, Fino was still able to see his large muscles. The stranger was obviously of different species, as their coats and sizes were not very close. Fino remembered his blood stained muzzle and smiled, embarrassed. “I am very sorry about the blood. You see, I had just eaten.” Though he wanted to let this wolf know he meant no harm, he hoped his behavior showed no disrespect to the other. “May I ask,” continued the male, “what pack this is?” The snow surrounded his paws, covering them as he stood, facing the male with all his respect. Snow powered his fluffy coat of blonde, making it seem almost white. Relaxed, he waited for the male’s response, not knowing how he will react.

"You have found the lands of Agavos. This pack is controlled by me. If you had just eaten, isn't the courteous thing to bring a gift to one's borders for their king or in the very least, clean yourself before approaching their lands?" I would think this kind of thing would be taught to all young wolves. Respect is key when it comes to any pack related matter." He allowed the words to sink in, hoping this wolf would take some initiative to show submission as they spilled from his lips. This was the first time he required such from a wolf. Was it because the other was male? Or was it that he seriously had wanted a gift? Desmond was unsure about this in his own mind, but kept it to his own thoughts. "So tell me, traveler, are you seeking a specific pack or just any pack which will accept you?" Desmond looked to the male, curious with how all of this was playing on in his mind. If Desmond was in his position, he would probably feel intimidated.