--Hoist the Colors High [MB]

He held back a sigh as they continued to call him formally. At least it was better than thief, though. He'd prefer the word pirate over that. Balthier's auds picked up, hearing a howl from nearby. He turned to see a lone wolf, a fem, clearly waiting for entry. He was in close enough proximity to bark out his answer, I'm not of this pack. Turning to his charges, he commented, "Looks like she's waiting for entry, too. Want to meet your potential pack mate?" He brushed some sand away from his pelt. Having a good impression on ladies was always not a bad idea, especially when you needed a quick get-away or distraction. There wouldn't be any need of that here, since his intentions were pure, but it was a habit by now. One that he wasn't going to try to break.

He looked between Hermana and Hermano, wondering if the male sibling was younger. Hanging back a little, he whispered back to Hermana, "Are you the older one? My younger brother used to be like your brother. He wasn't that hyper, I daresay. Don't shelter him so much if you want him to mature and slowly grow out of it. You and I may have had our reasons for wanting to shelter our siblings, but Hermano still need some negative experiences to grow. You shouldn't do the growing for both of you."

They approach Ruffian, the wolf he'd noticed. He coughed to clear his throat and said, "Hello, I noticed you're waiting to find sanctuary here? These two with me are also seeking a residence here. Perhaps the three of you can be friends." He held most of his charm back, knowing he wasn't here to unintentionally woo anyone only to abandon them. He wasn't here officially on behalf his pack, but he did want to share, and maybe gather some information from this pack, and he'd have to behave like a representative from his pack. The alpha might yell at him later, but he really didn't always do well with authority- following or being.

Balthier watched the exchange, taking little part in it. There was no point, since he had a place to call home, and he didn't want them to become attached to him. His muscles relaxed in a laid-back, lazy way, although he remained standing. Did things happen here, to? There were no signs of recent war or anything to that degree, but that didn't mean anything. He hated waiting, but at least it wasn't like a stake out, where he'd remain waiting in one place for day and night. He almost chuckled, but prevented any noise from escaping. Hermano was hyper and clearly liked to meet new wolves, but was apparently shy.

Yana nodded absently towards Amor. He didn't look at Chimera, instead staring straight ahead, at the alphas, waiting for an indication for them to step forward so Chimera can deliver her message and get out of here. He'd run out of conversational ideas long ago, and gave up on that. He didn't entertain others- that was for the rest to do. He listened for words directed at him, though, since he'd be willing enough to continue a conversation, even if he didn't care about the topic matter.

Balthier saw a wolf approach. He was indeed annoyed, but he couldn't blame the pack. They were probably busy, after all. The wolf who called himself Amor asked where they had come, and the two youngest spoke first. "Just Balthier will suffice, Amor, thank you," he said. Despite his lingering annoyance at wanting to be home, he projected the perfect gentleman, in voice and posture, erasing any lingering negative vibes he might have projected. He grew up with near perfect etiquette, and this was his natural behavior. "I'm from Midnight Meadows, as you can probably tell. I happened upon these two very polite wolves in Jabbar, but I have a feeling they are probably more suited for this pack than mine. I merely request a brief meeting with your alpha before I depart, for either before or after the newcomers are properly introduced."

He calmly followed Amor, muscles oddly more relaxed now that was was moving again. He looked around as they walked through the beach, but not too interested. Balthier had seen beaches before, and they all held their own beauty, but showed best when the sun was setting or rising. When they had arrived, he looked at the surrounding wolves, his eyes instantly focusing on the pups chasing another wolf. Two wolves, the alphas, were standing nearby. There was a British Colombian with a fem that didn't smell of the lands- a prior arrival, and few others in the area. Might as well wait for the ladies to go first, so he stopped when he deemed himself close enough, and didn't move. The alpha would be able to tell where he'd come from, and would either attend to him first or last. Either way, he wouldn't just waltz up to the alphas since he probably wasn't going to be first in line.

Ooc:|| Moohn gave me permission to play Dajia until she comes back. =) So that's what I'm going to do.
Bic:||

Daija awake from her sleep. Her little eyes adjusted to the light and she looked around in a slight panic that she was back with those other wolves... the wolves she had been deeply slumbering and dreaming about. When her attention got drawn to a soft familiar voice she looked over to her mother and wagged her tail. "Momma!" she got up and made her way over to her coming up and nuzzling her leg watching the other pups play with a larger male. "I had a bad dream, but I thought I was going to wake up and be with them. Thank the gods I'm not" she smiled up at her and Liar looked right back at her and nuzzled her.

"Kids. I'd like you to meet my daughter. Daija." She spoke softly and smiled to them and Jacques before leaning back down and nudging her daughter again.

((I'm going to pull him out asap))
Balthier knew the other fem hadn't been finished speaking yet, but the two who'd followed him had spoken. Restraining himself from automatically correcting her sudden introduction, he said to her, "No formalities needed on my name." Turning to Jack, he noted Chimera hadn't spoken yet, so he approached the wolf standing next to Jack, clearly his mate, the alphess, and said quietly to her, "I'm here informally when I stumbled upon these two some time ago. I just wanted to know if you've had... unwanted visitors some time ago. Don't give me details, because it'd be insensitive for my pack to share our own happenings with you. I just wanted to know if... occurrences outside normal have been occurring outside the packs we've communicated with, and if not, to give them friendly advice to heighten their alert. I don't plan on lingering any more than needed, as I respect your pack being neutral, and I don't want any repercussions for you all for my being here too long."


Yana found himself thinking about Chimera's last few words. He watched her approach Jack, and he held back a grin. He was well aware of what he still lacked, but what he did already know had helped him... while he still had followers as a rouge group. Tactics, eh? How they judge quickly. One who stands back and merely sometimes dirties his paws should have tactics enough to survive, he thought. It really was an interesting offer, but he never had done well following through with what others had... suggested, especially in the past, nor had he ever fared well under tutelage from others.