With is home now secured in the confines Asteraia, Mugen ventured forth to prove what he could do for his dear brother. He didn’t think he needed to prove anything though, he was good at what he did shouldn’t his brother take that at face value? No, he had to work for it, prove how much of a ‘badass’ he was. Well fine, he would just needed to give himself a minute to move around and reacquaint himself to the dozy locals of Moladion. What better way than to follow some random call in the fields close by? He would pass the good word about this ‘blood guardian’ guy that was his brother but what the hell was a ‘Blood Guardian’ anyway? Some corny name for an equally corny guy, but whatever made his brother happy or whatever, he was ‘King’. Mugen though was happy to have such a link to a pack. Meant perks right? Ladies fawning over the brother to the king maybe? Getting some extra food in lean times? Whatever the delusion the tan male had it was there, and he believed it.

Right now though the average sized male was making his way into the valley and closer to the growing group. Sadly though it seemed to be a damn sausage fest mostly. Well that was a drag. Two females were there and both were rather fair looking though one looked… creepily familiar… He stayed away from that one, she probably knew him from somewhere and that meant probably bad for his health too. The other girl though looked fine though Mugen but he saw some brindled creature on the ground and he couldn’t tell what was wrong with that one. Muttering to itself being all crazy like. Probably got the bug or something. There were lots of wolves with weird quirks like that in the wastes Mugen had found himself in. Hearing things all the time, talking to themselves and doing weird things. Another to stay the f- away from.

He looped all the way around the group but still well in site, coming up around behind the female who initially made the call though still staying several feet away from her. From his tattered right ear, to his chopped off tail Mugen looked rough, but not unhealthy, not anymore at least. Still though he wasn’t about to go pouncing on someone else’s lady. That never worked out well, least not in his experience. Naw, best for the moment to stay back enjoy the show right?

His eyes moved to each wolf in turn again noting their names, their locations, the name ‘Zelda’ rang a bell to him but he didn’t care who it was really. He hadn’t been back long enough to recognize the names of anyone of note or whatever. That was part of the reason he was out here though to get information and or be the creepy stalker at what was supposed to be a nice gathering. Whatever. He was here and he was going to linger about until otherwise addressed.