He watches the oasis, his fierce red eyes that are streaked with gold and threaded with silver scan over his would be home. Having only just left his home in Moladion in search of better pickings, Lucifer moves through the border lands with a predatory ease. There are a number of wolves here, but there is a stale odor to the border that means the leaders have not been around for a long, long time. Massive brindled cranium lifts to the sky as he howls out his debut.

He is a glorious specimen of male, capable, young, and strong. His only wish is to rule a pack with ideals like his own, and by the smell of decay on the wind he has found his home. "If no one will oppose me, I take this land to be mine!" Deep, booming voice echoes through the jungle, bouncing off of trees and waterfalls, running down rivers and over rocks. The air is almost devoid of wolven life, but Lucifer has no doubt he can raise the darkness around him. He only has to meet the right wolves and gain the pack from its current inactive leaders.