Arthfael had expected to be late to the party with the call of the young female that had sounded in the packlands. A call for the Bewilderbeasts... and himself? The white and grey male raised a brow slightly. Who on earth might be interested in talking to him with the lady alphas? A grunt escaped him as he adjusted his original path, backtracking towards the summoner. His green and light blue veiled eyes spied Citlalli in the distance. But no Kalseru or Nymeria. Arthfael shrugged slightly. Odds were they were busy. "The Bewilderbeasts are busy at the moment, so you're stuck with me kid," he said as he approached.
He looked her over briefly with a raised brow. A girl from the forest. At least she came from an allied pack. His ears twitched slightly. "You got a name? Or would you just prefer kid or girl?" he asked. Arthfael's own preference leaned towards either option, but names were polite. He could only guess why she was here. Calling for the Armor Wing or the Bewilderbeasts meant either a dire need for Taviora or the Goddess had sent a young wolf to learn from someone else. The latter was an interesting enough prospect, but he wasn't so sure he wanted someone in his shadow watching his every move. Time would tell if this one was worth the time and effort if she was wanting to stick around.
Failure is not an option.