Willow walked up to the house, her ears pricked forward for any sound. Her amber eyes were full of fright and wonder. What a big world this is, she thought.

"Hello? Is...Is anyone here?"

She was hesitant and nervous, she had never been away from her family and now she was...Somewhere unfimiliar. Willow sat on her haunches, her eyes keeping watch as she waited for anyone to come.

He wasn't here because he had to be, but because he was in search of food. The scent of another came to his nares and he turned and trotted here. His eyes landed on Willow, and the silver black male said Is there a reason your here His voice was cold, like liquid nitrogen sliding over her. He was good at what he did, and now he was going to try and convince her to come with him....

Willow looked at the brute. His voice was cold and scary, almost wanting to make her crawl from her skin.

"I'm here because I wish to have a home, sir. I mean no harm."

She smiled sheepishly and her ears pricked forward even more.

Since the collapse of the Emperial Diadem pack, tervuren-wolf mix been seeking out a place of his own to call home. One of his pack members had joined up with the Shadow Haunters, while the others filtered back into the Shadow Lurkers, leaving Niavo pretty well torn between his friends. With no ill-will towards either group, the hybrid was looking for a quieter life where he hopefully wouldn't be sucked into the power struggle that both groups were fighting.

With a lack of food in his stomach, Niavo ended up at the Woodland Farm for much the same reasons as Abamocho. As the two talked, the ebony canine moved off to the side, sniffing around the house to try and find an easy meal.

A dark smile flit across his ebony lips and he said in a voice a degree warmer then before Well, my packlands are open to others. If you so wish to join, you may do so. This was mostly a front, he wasn't normally so harsh and cruel but with pups on the way he was on high alert. My mate, she would enjoy company of another. He didn't know if this were true or not. Thats when his eyes landed on Niavo. Slight recognition flickered in his eyes but it was lost just as quick. He hadn't seen the brute in nearly two years. You may come as well, friend. He said to the other male. The more the merrier. His pack stayed pretty quiet and lied low. No big wars, no nothing. They had not accepted an alliance with the Shadow Haunters, and it was an unspoken agreement between the Shadow Lurkers and he that they were allies.

Willow was shaking now. She may be a fairly large dog but she was a big teddy bear inside.

"Well, sir. I...Um...well. I'm more of a pet than a wild dog..."

Her ears drooped a bit, showing her embarassment and sadness. She thought that her ears ALWAYS showed how she felt.

His eyes flashed with something dangerous, then in a soft tone he said There is a woman here, by the name of Aralyn. She takes care of pets, will gladly take you as her own. His eyes turned to Niavo. The pack is Avalanche Grove if you so choose to come. With that he was gone.

Willow nodded to the wolf as he made off and made her own way to the door. Willow scratched at it and sat patiently, waiting.