Kekée

Cautious, deft paws carried Kekée through the mountains on her journey over the Croals. She was tired after many days of travel with little food and little rest, and lonely without the familiar contact of other wolves near her. Kekée carried on still, traveling down a steep slope where her ivory and caramel fur shone vibrantly against the dark greens and slate grays of the mountainous surroundings, not interested in stopping until she found what she was looking for.

It was nearly an hour later that the she wolf stopped and sniffed at the air, alerted by the smell of other creatures. Somewhere in that mix of odors, she could smell other wolves. Many wolves. Her heart rose a little and she pressed onward again, traveling more swiftly until she at last came upon the source of those scents. Dazzling yellow eyes fell upon the ruins of some old, plant-covered temple, with a giant moat of water encircling the strange structure. Something about the straight-edged rocks and the unnatural formation screamed of 'human', but she could neither see nor smell any of those creatures here. Only other animals like herself. Uncertain about the place, yet yearning for contact with other wolves after so long on her own, Kekée began to lope around the outer edge of the moat, hoping to catch sight of another wolf.

Larsan, & Drekh

Kekee's curiosity in the Ruins did not go unnoticed. Resting at the side of a large block of stone that was twice his own size, Larsan heard the patter of paws against the stony ground. The silvery wolfdog lifted his head and lazily looked out across the moat, mostly expecting to see a fellow Haunter. When he saw a complete stranger however, the 175-pound canine was on his feet in a flash and sizing up the other wolf with calculating yellow eyes.
"Drekh, go alert dad." Larsan whispered sharply to his little half-brother, a mostly black furred hybrid still snoozing and sprawled haphazardly two feet away. The younger canine, not quite a year old yet, looked all legs and long muzzle, far from the thickly muscled build he'd have as a full-grown adult. "Huh?"
Larsan didn't look away from Kekee, tracking her movements around the side of the water, "I said, go get dad." Drekh cocked his head curiously at his older brother's command, but when Larsan didn't explain further, the younger hybrid sighed, got to his feet, and sprinted further into the temple.

Kekée

The whispering words of the two brutes carried out over the distance between them, enough so that she could detect their tones but far enough away that she couldn't grasp the words completely. Her ears turned like radars to the brothers' voices and her head swung around accordingly. She looked intently across the moat, trying to find out who had spoken, and where they were amongst the sprawling ruins. "Hello?" Kekée was not sure whether she'd crossed the boundary of a territory or not, though she was certain that she'd been attentive and hadn't accidentally strayed into anyone's territory. To be on the safe side, the she wolf held her tail low and neutral, and readied her creamy white legs for running if it came down to that. She was hopeful, though, that this would be a good encounter.

Larsan

Larsan padded slowly forward until he was on the edge of his side of the moat, with twenty feet of water separating them. He stood proudly and with confidence, knowing that he had an entire pack at his back should their be trouble, but from what he could see, this was just a lone female, and one that was displaying submission. "Hello to you." Larsan barked out once he'd made himself clearly visible to the cream colored female, "Are you passing through the area, or is there something we can help you with?" Gaining a new member was always a high priority of the Haunters, especially with the Nuova Alba having bested them more than once now, and growing in number if Dally's reports were anything to go by. If she weren't looking for a pack, Larsan was at least keen on making a good impression with her, so at the very least, they wouldn't end up with another enemy today.