The season had been a rainy one, a constant gloom settling over the skies. Munashii had been quiet, a pack content to lay in the shadows and wait for glory. Indeed, Serris himself had been caught up in some unsavory business that took him away from the grounds for months at a time, quite unsightly for an Alpha no doubt, but now he was back and determined to stay for the foreseeable future. What could beat his beautiful broken paradise, the densely packed trees dripping dew from their laden branches, the dark stream that brought cool waters and silt, the sweet musky air that hinted of moss and something less innocent. Yes, Serris was content to lay in his den and watch the forest move around him, her movements subtle yet powerful, like a mighty glacier in the arctic. His beloved land... if only his beloved woman were here as well, then heaven would truly pale in comparison.

Serris was currently occupied with a much deserved nap – remarking the borders was such a pain for his privates, and all his body really – when the call came, high on the trees, the unusual and forgotten sound disturbing soil that had been settled for years. The brute slowly opened his aqua eyes, pools of drowsy blue that wanted nothing more than close once more, but duty called even in the dead of night and Serris was a proud, devoted man. He gave his chops a few licks, rewetting his tongue and the back of his throat. With a grunt he rose, joints stiff. Serris was no young lad anymore, able to run around with nothing but devious intent and sex on the mind, but he was no crippled man either. No, time had sculpted him well, refining every aspect into solid perfection. He had been a sculpture of clay, but now he was all smooth granite, refined by sun and wind and rain. His long legs stretches as he turned his ebony skull to either side, cracking the cartilage between his vertebrae, giving one final full-body shake before placing his tail in its proper position and setting off.

The moisture in the dirt and wood around him only served to heighten his sense of smell, nose working lazily as he trotted to the location of the howl, picking up what it could. Most definitely female and something.... odd? But any creature that dared announce their presence on his borders was always certainly cracked about the head in some way or another. Weaving through the trees with grace and masculine stride, he soon made it to the outskirts of the packgrounds, slowing down to a calmer pace as he entered sight of the newcomer. He could make out the distinctive crimson and pearl of those maned wolves, curious creatures with those stilts for legs, but his own lanky form left no room for serious judgement. The lass was laid low, cranium resting on paws as if she were waiting for the season to turn over. Serris took a few solemn seconds to scan her over, drinking in as much as his icy blues allowed, banner twitching slightly above his back. Then, in usual Serris fashion, he cracked into a wide grin, charcoal lips sly, ivories glinting dimly in the pale moonlight. He advanced to a socially acceptable distance and took his own seat, talons gripping the soft soil as he lowered his still-drowsy joints to the earth. Allowing the silence to sit between them for a second, Serris quizzically uttered one syllable, the sarcasm in his voice subtle but blatantly apparent. “Yes?” He awaited an answer, content to just sit, his raven pelt gathering crystal droplets in the humid air.

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