Alcatraz stalked into the main den site of Aryn, his amber eyes narrowed irritable. He had heard of a new member within the ranks. Alcatraz did not like new members. Not until he trusted them. Although he supposed Athena must trust them, so how bad could they be…? Still, his suspicions were high.
He approached the female with his head and tail high, as a Gamma would approach a new Omega. She was a dark female, covered in scars and with bright scarlet eyes on her lowered muzzle. Her appearance was certainly not reassuring to the protective dark male. ”Greetings, Raghaalr,”
he greeted her gruffly, his voice unfriendly and not even trying to be kind. But in a way, the fact he was talking to her at all was kind in his eyes. He was giving her a chance to get on his good side, or his bad side. Every opinion he held of the female was to be determined in the next moments. ”I understand you are the new wolf in the pack.”
He paused, waiting for her to answer.
Shaking her thick, dark coat, the female stood, perched on the edge of a new beginning once more. Part of her was still unsure, for the one experience of pack life had ended badly, but she was open to trying again. Even though she did prefer the nomadic lifestyle, with constant movement. However, this was what she'd chosen, and she'd stick with it until things changed and she needed to move on.
The sound of approaching steps drew her attention, and she fixed piercing crimson-hued eyes upon a mud-colored figure. His position made it clear he was of important status within the group, and properly, albeit grudgingly, Raghaalr lowered her tail and stuck herself in a more polite stance. She watched him stiffly as he spoke, her face set in slight scowl of sorts that had become her usual expression. "You understand correctly,"
she grunted out in reply, matching his tone. She fleetingly wondered if she'd last long here with this sort of attitude. "And what might I call you?"
she inquired roughly, pressing her paws against the soil. Any sort of etiquette aside from submissive gestures was otherwise lost to her. She hoped she would not regret this decision. ”Alcatraz,”
he answered shortly. He noticed that she had fallen into a more submissive position. That was one good thing. At least she knew her place. But he could tell that she was not the warmest of wolves. Her words were rough and with an ice matching his own. But what more could he expect? It’s not like he was giving her a chance. Either way, he was just happy that she was submitting. ”You are new to Aryn, Raghaalr, and so I hope you understand that you have a lot to prove before you can be trusted.”
He growled. His words were not entirely true, for most likely Athena, Charaka, and Seaver already trusted her just fine. And Riley was just a puppy, so what did he know? But he
sure was reluctant to trust her. And he would keep an eagle eye on her until she proved to him that she truly was here for the best of intentions. Nothing was going to jeopardize Athena’s rule or the well being of his pack. He would die before he let anything of the sort happen again. Honestly, he liked the idea of Athena, Charaka, and Riley with no one else. Why did they need other wolves? They were fine on their own! But Athena was so determined to restart her old pack’s culture… and it was her pack, so he had no authority to tell her what to do. Still, he would do what he could to keep everyone safe. ”Tell me, where are you from?”
A mere blink was her response to his introduction. Though she'd asked, she more or less dismissed his name. In all honesty she'd be glad to part ways from this fellow, but she could see he wasn't leaving yet. Her pink tongue snaked out from her jaws to swipe around her muzzle in a particular manner as she studied him, her ears pricked up to listen to his next statement.
Lowering her head briefly in acceptance, she rested her reddish stare upon the soil, keeping quiet for the moment. A nod was all she needed to reply; she wasn't going to add in any silly extra words to exemplify her motion. She was wondering how long she could keep up with this irate formality before she either said something outright rude or possibly stupid. Bringing her gaze back up to rest over his visage, she remained stock still otherwise, unwilling to let her discomfort show in any way. A slight silence had fallen, but it was cut short as Alcatraz spoke up again. The question made on ear flick, and she wrinkled her muzzle slightly. "North."
she responded simply, as if to aggravate him by keeping it as brief and vague as possible. Perhaps it was on purpose; he was annoying her slightly, and her instinct was to bother right back. She left it at that, her eyes flashing slightly.
Alcatraz’s hackles raised at her answer. He was already at the edge of his patience with this disagreeable female. ”You’re going to have to be a little more specific. I want to know who you are, and why I should trust you with any members of this pack.”
the huge male’s bristled mane made him look like almost a bear in girth, and his pale yellow glare pierced into her lowered reddish eyes. She was smaller than him, but Alcatraz got the feeling that she was not one to be intimidated. But intimidation was not his goal. He needed to get his message across, and he needed her to know that he did not
trust her, and he would not
stand for any of these risks or chances. ”You show up here, unexplained, at the border of Aryn, covered in scars from years of battle and violence. I’m sure you can understand why I am weary to believe you a peaceful and trustworthy individual without a bit of proof.”
he snarled, his tail tip twitching.
Oops, that irked him. She felt a flicker of satisfaction run through her, but her expression remained the same. Despite his formidable appearance she stood still, unfazed, just taking in his angry words. Still, if she wanted this to work she needed to pull herself together and stop with the petty annoying. Ragha tipped her head thoughtfully as he went on, determining what she was going to say. Of course she was not spilling out her entire history, but she'd give him what he wanted, assuming it'd be enough. A low huff escaped her jaws when he'd stopped speaking. "Raghaalr, nomadic shaman and former rogue. Been in a pack once before. Was granted a lead rank. Left due to trouble. What 'proof' do you want? Trust takes time, grizzly bear."
she rambled out, finishing the spiel with a snap of her jaws.
Alcatraz looked mildly satisfied with her answer. A shaman was a good thing, he supposed. He had never heard of a shaman who wandered around, joining packs, murdering them, and then moving on to the next one. But there was a first time for everything. And this pack of hers had granted her a high rank… perhaps that she was so trusted in another pack could also speak for her? It was possible, he supposed. But this trouble,
what could that possibly mean?”It does.”
he agreed coldly, ”Alright, I would like one more explanation, and then I will leave you to your… whatever you were doing. What sort of ‘trouble’ made you leave?”
His ears were cupped forward and his yellow eyes were sharp and critical. He was on high alert for red flags. If she had been driven out he would want to know why they didn’t want her around anymore, and why Aryn in turn should want her in their ranks? If she had left on her own accord, he had to know why Aryn should trust her to stay a loyal member. Alcatraz had little faith in strangers, and although he usually gave respect as a default, this situation with new wolves joining his pack was different. She would get nothing from him until he thought she had acceptable intentions.
Chewing on her tongue a moment, she watched the brown he-wolf as silence fell between them. His expression seemed more positive than before, but she had little to base off of. After a short while he'd spoken up again, and she lifted her chin. Mhm, she'd been expecting an inquiry on the 'trouble' she'd mentioned. Her eyes flickered darkly as she prepared to speak. "A political struggle within the pack. There was a coup. I was not part of it, but when the pack came through in ashes I took my leave. Everyone I had trusted was dead or gone."
she stated simply, deciding not to mention anything of her former mate. It only brought anger to her heart. And pain...pain for her little one. She shifted uncomfortably, her eyes falling shut a moment, the only thing betraying the turmoil that surged beneath her dark fur.
Alcatraz listened to her answer. Alright… that was not a situation where she had caused pain or danger to her pack. Of course she could be lying! But he had no right to call her out in that way. She was a strong wolf with a good facade, for Alcatraz could not read the depth of pain that it caused her. Although from the quick blink of her eyes and her uncomfortable shift of weight, he had a feeling she was telling the truth… a quite tragic truth at that.
The big male relented. ”Alright, well… I’m sorry that happened to you,”
he began, feeling it only right to say something about the terrible past she had shared with her. And he meant the words. Losing those you loved was devastating to say the least. It sounded like she knew much of struggle and pain, should her words be true. ”Your story checks out, Raghaalr… but don’t think I’m not still watching you,”
he added with one last hard glare. Her words had gotten her about as far as she could get with Alcatraz on mere words.
He turned to go, glancing over his shoulder one last time to say in an almost grudging tone, ”Welcome to Aryn,”
before stalking off into the forest to continue his never-ending border patrol.