It is not a light decision the young male makes, to come to a pack that has only just started. It is not with a light heart or mind that the beast sets his paws on the border and calls out for Tesseract. It is because the new alpha is familiar to him, reminiscent of times before his mother's death, a reminder that she had in fact once existed. He wishes he could see her now, that he still had her to guide him. Jaidah had not been the best of mothers after the sky fell, but she had been the only one he had ever looked to for advice. He often talks to her, though these conversations take place only in the safety of his makeshift dens, and even then only at night when he is awake and the world around him sleeps.

His irish colored eyes glance around at this new territory, taking in the woodlands and the sandy quality of the dirt. What an odd place to want to rule, the smell of salt hanging permanently in the air, the fishy scent of the ocean mixing in with it. There is a bonus to such a strong smell, and it is the same that applies to Iromar. Strong scents hide numbers, strong scents make the smeller unaware of your strength. He liked this new territory, and thought it a very fitting place for Caligula and Tesseract. Their own little piece of paradise. He throws his dark head back, the white of his muzzle parting to let loose a summoning howl. Be timely, Tess, Jumanji is not often patient and he is not above simply walking in through your front door.

male :: four years old :: belongs to no one :: none bear his blood :: homeless