Azin

Along came a long haired wolf hybrid. His shoulders thick, but hind end thin, eyes deep majestic blue. Orbs searched around, he had been told to come here by the lands current leader... Tyrant. He had never heard of the wolf, but his father was notorious. Smiling a bit, trying to make himself feel comfortable, he paced and laid down by a tree to await a new member or so to come by.

Penny/Kaija

Penny and one of her four daughters had just arrived at the territory. Her legs were crooked and mangled from the injuries inflicted to her back at the Ruins. They still brought her great pain. She approached Azin and smiled. "Hello. I'm Penny. Are you a friend of Tyrant as well?" She introduced herself politely.
Kaija stood behind her mother, peering out at the wolf occasionally.

Azin

Blue orbs searched up at the sound of feathered beasts rummaging through the terra. Azin was not the type to get hesitant, and he didn't. Instead he stayed quiet and kept his eyes in the direction Penny and Kaija came from.

With a friendly smile he nodded his head in greeting to the two. Then when Penny spoke her question Azin answered lightly, "We have just met, but his intentions seem about the same as mine. I decided to be apart of this isolated pack for my own health. And why is it that you join?" He questioned back gently.

Penny/Kaija

Penny cocked her head as she spoke. "I was once a captive of the Shadow Haunters, and Tyrant kept Risen from killing me. In addition to this, I cannot stand the fighting. It's horrible." She informed politely.

Azin

The wolfish looking creature smiled gently to this response. "Risen?" He questioned to himself. He assumed she was the leader of the Haunters, but he had never heard of the names in either group. He only knew the groups names. Lurkers, Haunters, that was about it. He had no formal relationships with anyone from either side.

"I find fighting to be pointless. It's kind of like looking at your reflection and arguing with it. No matter how hard you try, you aren't going to win and your just going to end up hurting yourself."

He said to her, his head held high, although he spoke as if he had been alive forever, he was but two years old. Very mature for his age. Even though he had not been through it all, he felt as if the world blessed him with the knowledge it held. But he wouldn't go and admit that out loud of course.

With a moments pause he gave a soft snicker, then bowed his head. "How rude of me. I never introduced myself: My name is Azin. I know not of my parents, I'm sorry my introduction cannot be personal. I was abandoned as a pup by humans. And then taken into the wild with a wolf pack." He would not disclose information about the pack.