He does not see the purpose to this war, but he does not feel it any of his problems at this moment in time, he simply has just arrived and thus he doesn't know the full details about it. Alcide had spoken a bit of it but not a lot. Godric would have to find someone else who would give him the full rundown of what was going on and perhaps that person was this Rejya woman who had bid that she come with Godric and whome ever else wished to come along as well. Butterfly, the young pup was around Ceal's age and though she didn't seem familiar her scent was like that of the bouncy female who had wanted to play when the man who was on the ground was clearly in to much pain to do such a thing. He'd jumped at the opportunity though to travel outside of Spirane, he was new in town after all and needed to know every inch of this landscape if he was to do his job the right way.

It had never been pressed upon him to take up any type of mantle within his old pack, he'd simply just been himself. Godric wasn't normally the type to stick to the pack that long, when he was old enough he'd gone rogue and left his and Alcide's home to find out what else there was out there, even at thirteen he didn't think he'd seen it all and doubted that he would ever see it all. He only hoped for a good show as life went onwards. Perhaps he'd finally be able to bare pups soon, life as a rogue told him that he couldn't bare children to any female, which was a curse and a blessing all in the same run down lil' basket. You see, for a rogue, not having puppies to watch over or a female to tell you where to go and when to get it all done, he could be free.... but the expectation of children had always weighted down heavy within his heart. Was he unable to do such a thing?

The greyed out male was similar to Alcide in almost every aspect of his coloration, except in the level of white that splayed across his body. His entire muzzle seemed dipped in white paint, past his eyes and eye brows, almost reaching his ears. It slid down his throat, under his belly and tipped every leg to the elbow in white. It was as if they'd taken a grey wolf and just picked him up and dipped him near half way into the white paint. His eyes, lighter than Alcides had darker blue flecks within the honey brown color. That, and he was not king. Something that did not irk him. He had no wish to run an entire pack all by himself, Alcide was lucky he had Moonglow when he did have her, Godric would have imploded with all the pressure. As the small group rolls up on the boarder of Glorall he can smell the hefty scent of wolf and salt mixed together. Not a large pack but big enough to spoil most days to outsiders.

"I wouldn't mind, just this once" he said with a wink of his eye, a lop sided grin spread across his mouth as he looked at her, she wasn't bad on the eyes, younger than he, what can we say? perhaps the rogue life style hasn't quiet peeled away from his body just yet, he's still a player, always has been and always will be, "next time though, it's all yours" he says as he turns away from her, his vocals are a deep baritone, hinted with the jest of honey and the quirkieness of lemons. His head tips back and that low, long tone leaves his lips, hailing for the king of this land and others that might be close by. Why not make a tone of friends while their at it right?


"talks like this"