Yes, rouge life was not for him, he liked the security that pack life gave him, he wasn't tiny in compairison to some of those within Spirane and outside of it as well, but he also probably wasn't the biggest wolf here. Large though he may be, he is a kind man, one who listens before he explodes on anyone. Careful, deliberate some would say in the way each and every word was spoken, in the way his eyes roamed the landscape, in how his ears tracked the noises around him. He isn't a spring chicken any more either, hitting it high at thirteen years old now he was well aware that he wasn't getting any younger and yet for a thirteen year old he was most surprised that he had yet to father children. It didn't seem possible, even capable for a member of his family to not produce children and yet here he was, childless... he had thought himself unable for years and being a rouge he had precieved his life to be that of a bachelor, one where he could do pretty much anything without conciquences. To bad for him it wouldn't last to much longer.

He stands at the very tip top of the mountain that served as his brother's home base, the place where Alcide and Moonglow made their home, young Ceal now just two years old stood a few rock cliffs below but didn't look up to where her uncle stood until the call rang across the landscape. Her pale rosey pink eyes turned towards him as a look of confusion passed across her face. How could someone be calling upon Uncle Godric just yet? he was so new here.... is what he imagined her to say, he tilts his head slightly and releases a return call, letting the other know that he would be along shortly. Within a few leaps he made it down to Ceal's perch and gave her a quick flick of his tail. He'd be back later, she was to stay here for now. A grumpy look crossed her face but Godric knew the circumstances of what she claimed to be captivity within Spirane. But with the demons on the run and their supposed blood lust for angel flesh her father hadn't wanted anything bad to come to her. Poor little thing, marked as an angel and yet no supposed genetic chance of it being true. That they knew of at any rate.

A few more leaps and bounds and he is near to the boarder, Alcide had shown him every square inch of Spirane as it should be. He needed to know every square inch if he was to take his job seriously and if he wanted to do such a thing, which he does, he would need to hurry himself along to the point of the boarder where the call had risen from not moments ago. It doesn't take him long though, his legs are long but the real height comes from his body, his chest is deep and his back muscles strong, they bunch and coil beneith his fur as he lopes along the boarder and spots the russet colored male. A newcommer? perhaps, though he truely didn't smell like the outlands to much, more a heavy saltine smell, like the ocean. Perhaps Glorall, for he knew already enough that the hell hounds of Iromar wouldn't step foot in Spirane for their attachment to Diveen was blood worthy. "Welcome to Spirane Stranger." his voice is melodic, deepend by nature and the duration of his time on this earth.

He takes a seat on the opposite side of the boarder, his coat a miss match of Alcides same grays, browns, whites and blacks. For the most part the two could have been twins, Godric being an inch or two taller and heavier by a pound or two, but the white of his face was much more than his older brother. His mask nearly covered the entirety of his face, sliding down under his chin to his belly and all the way to the tip of his tail. He was almost more husky like in appearence. Honey brown eyes flecked with dark blue peer towards the other, kind and generous though they may appear, even if the other shows no willingness to agression, he is cautious. As most seconds should be of their lands. "I am Godric, second only to Alcide, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"talks like this"