It seemed like everyone these days were asking for forgiveness. Had he really seemed such a bitter man all the months of his stay on the island? Actually? Yea, well, probably. He had been no little bit upset about following his Naruan bloods cry for justice being paid to Dusk and the man she chose as her Alpha and Mate. He was his grandfather's blood and Alpha was born into him more than others he had known. It is a little like the Angels, though the idea of Angels and Demons running amok was simply too laughable for him to make a comment. "No comment" was the way to go. Let the high minded whites spit and sputter their hate for the 'ooh, we so bad' blacks. It mattered little to the oceanside pack. They were not involved.

               He hears a call, soft and a plea for attention rather than a demand. It intrigued him that it came from within the pack - and that it was a foreign voice that called. His ears perk and his white eyes fix on a distant point, trying to gather what he could about the notes and the purpose and then it occurs to him that it might well be another wolf come out of hiding. A wolf named Cobryn, somber and rather a bit prone to bouts of tantrum defiance in Weylin's opinion, had come out of the woodwork per-say and had smelled of another wolf also. Perhaps it was the mysterious and well thought of Enigma then, the one who apparently earned respect from everyone he had spoken to of the job of Quarter Master -- and reportedly had been inseparable from the melancholy male.

               He appears before her after almost no time at all, having stood and taken up a steady lope to reach her. It is no surprise that she dips her head, but what takes him aback is the clear and clean submission she positions at his feet. Prostrate in the basic meaning of the term, she lays herself so that he perks his ears in interest immediately. What was it that inspired such an immediate submission? Had he looked angry? He certainly didn't feel as though his face was grimacing in its normal sour fashion when woken from a nap. He listens to her speak and it occurs to him that she looked mighty uncomfortable.

               “You are a wolf of Glorall. You as much as any wolf that smells of the sea as we do. You are known to the rest of them, so well that I was going to hear your name in my sleep if any more nominated you to be their Quarter Master - my beta. You are known alright and I dare say quite loved. What I would ask is simply that you go with D'Mani and Ravan to orchestrate permissions of D'mani being taught healing there.” (She can take Leviathan's slot, since Levi is only supposed to be a messenger, really) He smirks. “Prove that you can be diplomatic enough to get that task done and I will see the people's favorite wolf titled as she deserves.”.