Only in complete submission can Scion find true freedom. It's a paradoxical concept, almost unthinkable, but it rings true for the wraith coated canine. Scion was born the victim of a twisted society, raised to accept the control of others. He had known real liberty once, briefly, but the joy had turned to ashes in moments, and the blood was on his paws and his paws alone. Therefore, he had come personally to the conclusion that his masters had been telling him for years: the members of his cursed clan had to be controlled, lest they cause disaster. Scion knows what free will is. Although brainwashed, the boy is no idiot. Rather, he is an intelligent, introspective creature, prone to deep thoughts, intensive analysis of situations, and the making of swift, tactical decisions. What he does not have, however, is all of the information. Just as it is impossible to solve a riddle with a handful of fake clues, Scion cannot navigate his life with the example of his upbringing.

It is for that reason that the average-coated boy does not understand his current situation and status within the pack. He is unbearably, earnestly confused about it all, to be honest, and his confusion unsettles him greatly. The gray bellator does not know what is wanted of him in this place. The alpha male, Darcia, though most definitely a beast worthy or respect and admiration, is the most disturbing to be around. Scion analyzed him carefully during their brief interview on the borders, and found that the charcoal coated brujo seemed have a razor sharp intellect (dangerous in a superior). Scion had yet to sense any sort of malice in the beast though. It was a disarming concept to think that perhaps the alpha had no festering seed of devilry inside of him. Most leaders, from Scion's experience, be they fair or tyrannical, had a dangerous side reserved for those such as himself. The idea that Darcia's pack did not keep slaves had yet to fully hit him, but if Darcia and Iason kept treating him in the kind, almost equal way that they had treated him on the pack line, he would have to begin guarding himself against the dangerous trap of pride and complacency.

It would not do for a scion of the judas clan to forget his rightful place in the world.

Directly after being accepted as a denizen of this paradise, the smoke-hued lupine immediately began his duties. On the first day, when the thick stench of the outside world still hung heavily onto his rug, he explored the inside of the pack, noting landmarks, clearings, and anything that would be advantageous to know about in a battle situation. This task was of such magnitude that it carried on well into the second day. Despite being a beast of more strictly diurnal and/or crepuscular habits, he remained active even as the rising moon ascended toward its zenith. He made a makeshift den under the colorless light of the moonbeams, and curled up to sleep feeling more secure than he had since the very beginning of his puppyhood. Scion found that he loved his new land, for despite being touched by an immense fire, it still thrived. Unlike his old home, which was composed of fairly uniform spaced forest, this territory was a vivid patchwork of fields, streams, trees and fens.

He began patrolling the borders regularly as soon as the musk on his coat became that of a Bright Moon wolf. He ran the loops effortlessly, his senses on high alert. He absorbed the information he was presented with rapidly, familiarizing himself with the terrain while simultaneously straining himself to detect the presence of either newcomers or pack members. Therefore, when the heady aroma of freshly spilt blood assaulted his senses, the wolf adjusted his steps accordingly, lengthening his strides to bring him closer to the scene. As he got a bit closer and was able to pinpoint his attention on the scent, his elite olfactory system was able to glean still more information. The blood was not wolf – coyote, perhaps – and another wolf – male, from Bright Moon, possibly aggressive – was approaching the border as well. The male was closer, and seemed to be on a course that would bring him to the foreign wolf – female, unhurt – before Scion would arrive.

As he approached the area, he slowed his steps, deftly ducking through the foliage at a soft, silent jog rather than a more aggressive lope. All discernible emotion vanished from his face and stance, leaving nothing but a polite, coolly interested mask in the place of his previously curious visage. Scion exited the woods without fanfare, coming to flank the Bright Moon warrior. He stood beside the creature and several steps behind. He did not see the reason for Summer's hostility, but nevertheless, he has no say in it. He regarded the alluring picture before him warily, but without fear. Scion was an experienced veteran of many battles and missions, and knew that he and this wolf, Summer, stood a reasonably good chance against the beautiful, though muscled arctic ess who stood before them. Nonetheless, he was not flippant about the danger she could represent He regarded what he perceived to be her possible weak points, then surveyed her strong points with equal care. To him, she looked strong, athletic and healthy, with a lustrous ivory coat and bright oceanic eyes. She was lithe, and no doubt fast – a notable prize to add to any pack that was interested in the art of war. Scion's packmate was also a lissome, slim built creature. At first, the servile had only glanced at him peripherally, but once the threat had been thoroughly catalogued, he had time to more fully peruse his ally's form. As a previous captain of a selection of soldiers, Scion kept careful tabs on the kinds of beasts he was working with. One never knew when the knowledge he could deduce would come in handy.

As for actions, Scion did little more than stand and observe. He had given a deep, though curt nod to Summer and a slightly smaller nod to the stranger before moving into his place, but stilled his muscle-bound form immediately upon attaining his sentinel's stance. He was here as a support, and would not take independent action unless it was necessary in order to protect Summer from harm.

ooc: -dies- I'm sorry for this terrible post. Terribly sorry. :S At least you have another character to reply to now. :3 I hope you guys didn't mind waiting for my wip too much :P