News sure does spread fast across the lands of Moladion. Being that Spirane was his neighbor pack, of course Andras was keen on the change of leadership. It was part of his job to know what was going on in the lands, and he could have sworn he smelt the blood of the previous leader in a field not too far. It only sparked his curiosity more, especially with the scent of Purge mixed in. Of course, blood is a very obvious smell. There is a reason why creature from far and wide come to consume a corpse.

He wanted to be the first of the packs to actually see what has happened, and if a change in leadership really took place, he wanted to be the first to approach. He was not exactly a skilled diplomat, but he knew an opportunity when it arises. He was to take whatever opportunity he can for his advantage.

His eyes were like a burning gaze that ravages the very soul of who he gazes into. They were intense like the sun and yet cast with their own dark violet shadow. He carefully assess the border land on this coming evening, the light of the falling sun reflecting in his orbs. The monster of a beast was the master of Demons, the leader of swamp wolves who survive only the harshest conditions compared to the cushy lives of the other packs. His wild form was crafted and perfected over time. He was a sight to behold, a true marvel of the wolven kind with his rippling muscles and solid form. He focused on refining his form to be only the best. Rarely was he seen lounging around sun bathing like the wolves of Diveen. He spent his time becoming better, becoming bigger in mind and body.

The brute of blood and ink appeared out of the shadows like he had melded with them. Only his ripped lip with a sparkling, yellowing tooth could be seen along with the glitter in his eye before he allow the light to fall upon his scarred pelt. He loomed on the border of where his pack ended and hers began, and it was only more apparent now that the leadership had changed, with the scent of Purge tickling his nostrils as he lingered on the edge of his own personal abyss. Perhaps she did not take over the Angel pack, but it seems she was capable of taking something.

The brute of hell and fire pulled forward to sniff the border, taking in the scent with an interesting amount of pleasure before his breath exists his body, his well-muscled head lifting upwards towards the mountain top. He gave it a good stare, his shadowed tail flinging from one side to the other as he raises his head, baritone vocals calling out in a short and to the point song. He was welcoming his new neighbor, one who had once lingered in his lands if even for a short while. He asked her to come to him, or for her to give him permission to come to her. Hell, he wouldn't mind a little tour of Spirane. It never hurts to know the landscape of your neighbor. He lowers his head, clouds swirling overhead as they slowly begin to overtake the setting sun with their swelling pink and violet bodies. A storm was going to come soon, this much as certain as the wind rushed cold around him. As long as it doesn't flood his damn home again...