It was better than nothing, he figured as he walked through the long grasses of the plains. It had not been the bribery of food, nor the stature of the wolfess who had offered it that inevitably attracted him to Asteraia. It was far more complicated than that. He knew the close ties between Iromar and Asteraia, and though he still held a great deal of bitterness towards the fallen traitor and therefore could not comfortably walk through the moors, he still held them and the family he had there close to his heart. There was not much he could do in the pack. Not without living in the shadows or in competition with his family. But he was coming to find he still needed something to make them proud. Especially now that his Other Mother had been slain. He would not live idly by. It would have angered her to know he might have.

Years spent in the common lands had stripped away his boyish body and given him strength that he carried well. Still young, he was imposing and well built, clearly able to survive and put up a fight. Quick eyes gleamed with steel, hinted with blue. With both his parents lending him the genetics of fighters, Avtandil had grown to fit the role beautifully. Unknowingly effortlessly, even. This was how he approached the border of the plains.

His expression was bored when he stopped along the marked boundary of Asteraia and he sighed to himself. He was not so long out of a pack to have forgotten the etiquette of them.Settling himself on his hindquarters he lifted his face to the sky to call for any who ruled here. Not one to pay much mind to politics, he did not know about the shift in the plains, nor the condition of the ruling pair. He did not know if he would have a place here or a chance to strive for a rank. But he would be able to do what he could for the land he had been born to and fled. Unsure, but quietly determined he would do what he could to make himself useful and his parents proud. As he waited, his internal uncertainty did not make it to his face or features. Instead he merely looked calm and collect. A cool figure on what promised to be a warm summer night.