It seemed like a lot of wolves had been coming to him lately to learn to fight. Perhaps it wasn’t a lot a lot, but it was enough to make him notice the change in the wolves of Moladion. It was almost becoming something equable now, but he didn't think it was for the good. Something was strange, while Sinclair had heard there was more peace than ever there were deaths around that were swimming with mystery, namely the death of the Queen of Iromar. Sinclair held no hate to the Iromar wolves, perhaps it was because he was not very close to his angel relatives but he was enough to know that they had done his family harm in the past, but the questions surrounding her mysterious death certainly had him curious. Well he could do little about it and honestly her death was likely what lead to the change in leader ship to a female called Aithne. Rumors about alphas swirl around the mountain particularly when the swamp pack was but a neighbor to them. It was strange, it was like when the previous Alpha stepped down a held breath of air was released from Moladion, as if tensions were falling and perhaps a real peace would be established.
Being protector of the pack he had to think of all these things and what they could mean for his sea side home, what he could do about it everything. He had his brother and his mate to think about and while he was more than sure Ryker could fend for himself he still couldn’t help but just wish to protect his recently reunited brother. Things in Glorall were changing too though, call it a gut feeling but Sinclair was thinking soon everything would change here as well. Why? He wasn’t certain, Judas had come running up to him as if beating Sinclair would prove he was the best suited to be heir… Octavia also wanted the throne so Ironic when he thought neither of those children deserved it more than Cersei or Praetor.
He was moving towards the call, the foreign scent of the forest pack, Taviora thick on the pelt of the girl he was approaching. A girl? He was curious, she was younger than he, a pretty little thing slender and sported gold and russet marks. Should he not have been so tied in with Cersei maybe he would have brought himself to flirt just a little but ever loyal the male was he simply offered a smile to the female before speaking.
”Welcome stranger from the Forest. I am Sinclair, though I guess you already knew that.” He ended a bit sheepishly and giving an equal grin to fit it. ”What is your name? And why is it you have called me today?” Straight to the point he was, the white pelted male simply wished to know what it was she wanted and needed from him. After all there was only a few things someone like her could want from him. Training? Advice? He would soon find out that he was certain.
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