The sun was high in the sky when a massive figure padded into sight. He was enormous, a wolf of large stature with a thick pelt layered over a muscular body. His fur glinted in the sun's rays showing him to be a healthy individual with bright, steel-blue eyes that took in the world around him, assessing for threats and those in need. He stopped at the scent line, noting something strange about it but shaking it off fairly quickly.

       Basileios knew that a wolf was nothing without a pack and he decided to find fair lands to call his home. He came across these claimed lands and since it seemed better off than the others he had been to, the young male was quick to make the decision. He wanted to serve a pack again, to protect the weak and uphold peace. And from what he could see of these lands, they would be peaceful.

       The massive male raised his head, letting out a strong howl, calling for someone to allow him entrance into the pack, to ask for acceptance. The male waited, his head held high and his chest puffed out. What kinds of warriors did these lands hold? What would their monarch be like? From the lands alone, the king and the warriors of the pack must be good if they were to be able to defend these lands from others.

       Basileios didn't have to wait long for someone to meet him at the borders of this kingdom. He was in for a surprise when a creature - a bear? - padded out from the trees. This land was surely great if they were to have such powerful guardians to protect it and the lands seemed rich. The male had made a good choice.

       Then the knight's eyes narrowed as he noticed the decorations - flowers? - in the male's fur. It was peculiar, weird, unheard of. He had never seen a male with flowers in his fur, unless it was a apothecary, and even then it was never like this. It was strange but the male was so strong, it probably didn't matter.

       The male spoke a simple word and the Fringe Dire bitterly thought that there was a reason he had flowers in his fur. He held himself even higher and his voice took on an even more posh in a mid-Atlantic accent. He wanted to speak with someone more fit for the duty of meeting prospective members at the border and sending this man would give a certain impression on the people who wanted to join the pack.

       I want to join this pack, the steel-eyed male said, not wanting to use too many confusing words. Bring someone who can accept me, perhaps your king. If the bear made no movement, the wolf would beckon with his paw, Go on, get!

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