sylar

When Isias and Keap had not turned up to a call for a pack hunt, it had been obvious the fighting between Starscream and Nachi had driven them out. The tensions were definately putting a strain on everybody, and Sylar had not felt any bitterness towards her family for leaving the turbulent land. Had she not been the alpha, she would probably have left herself! But, she could not bring herself to send away her own flesh and blood, nor send away the one who he had chosen to be his mate...even if he couldn't get on with her himself.

Hearing from passers-by that a new pack had started nearby in the mountains, Sylar had told Kaiser she would be going to make contact, as slipped out of the land to ascend the mountains. On approach to the borders, very clearly scented by the new alphess of the land, Sylar stopped a respectful distance away. Her howl was soft, but carried over the territory, asking for the alphas presence. It would no doubt draw the others too, as she hoped it would. They would find her sitting, an aura of calm authority, but with a warmth in her yellow eyes, and the light mist that covered the mountain swirling round her brilliant white coat.

Ounahota

The howl that alphess heard told her much before she ever reached the border. The stranger was not threatening and she was not harsh or demanding. Ounahota could safely assume that this was not going to be an aggressive encounter. In that knowledge, Hota presented herself without baring fangs or challenging eyes when she reached the edge of her territory and padded towards Sylar.

The pair were a brilliant contrast, one being in a coat of white, and Hota in a cover of pitch black fur. What brings you to my land, stranger? As she had done with Isias and Keap upon their arrival, Hota didn't yet divulge her name, but she did make it clear that she was the leader around here by keeping her figure held high and proud, without coming across as intimidating.

sylar

The scent on the winds told Sylar that another wolf was approaching. Turning her intense amber eyes in the direction of the scent, she saw her complete contrast moving unthreateningly towards the borders where she sat. As the figure came closer, and it was obvious this was the leader of the land, Sylar stood leisurely. With a polite dip of her head to show her respect for a fellow leader, she set about her reasons for being there.

"I come seeking an alliance. My land, the Aspen Grove, lies nearby, and we are a peaceful pack, making friends with all, and trying to keep quarrels to a minimum. You also house a female and her nephew, correct? They are my sister, Isias, and my nephew, Keap. Therefore I take an ever greater interest in seeking a bond between our packs."

Her voice was soft, like her howl had been, but it had a gravity that showed Sylar was wise beyond her years, a trait she had picked up from a father, who had been killed in a battle before she had been born. Yet in her eyes there was a keen spark and a defiance, a trait of her mother, who had raised her into the alphess she now was. "My name is Sylar."

Isias & Keap

Isias and Keap would recognize that howl from anywhere. It brought both excitement to them, and a bit of regret, at least in Isias. She felt a little badly for leaving the pack on such short notice, though she did so only in the knowledge that the pack was still in good numbers, and wouldn't suffer with her loss.

Upon approaching the group and taking her place a little to the side and slightly back from Onahouta, the wolf couldn't hold back a touch of friendly greeting in her yip, "Sylar!" Her tail waved a little to compliment the greeting tone of her voice, "I'm sorry I didn't speak with you about this sooner-" She stopped herself from glancing back to Keap, or explaining outright why she left the pack, since she didn't want to say anything bad of Keap's parents in front of him. "Could we talk in private, in a minute?"