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Backdated for feb 17th

Sovereign

While Nyra was headed south to meet with The Saints, Amon went north, following along the coast and sniffing around for other packs. He'd found one further inland, and made a note to return when he had proper time. The soldier didn't want to be away for too long, but with the three saxe pups full grown and another 3 returning with their mother and her guard, Amon felt that Nyra's little hellions would be safe and fed without his added protection while the monarch was gone.

On the 9th night, he had finally come across the island he was able to see from Warcrest's mountain, and as luck would have it, a pack's scent was on the breeze. The young man found himself a little den to snooze in until morning, and once dawn approached he took to finding where the island was closest, where the ice would be thick enough to allow him to walk across onto the island. Once close to the beach, he howled, a song of announcement and greeting, before stepping onto the beach proper and sitting pretty to await the welcoming party.

He was a handsome young man, his scars from the cougar had healed nicely, going from his right eyebrow and across his face, but in his eye it only added to his natural charm. A rugged prince going out in the world alone, exploring, meeting new kingdoms...right out of a storybook. Sure, he wasn't a prince of Warcrest, but he had been a prince once upon a time. Probably.

Amon also smelt very much of pack, making it clear he wasn't a loner and just some guy from some where coming to say hi.

The Vaettfang had been on patrol when a stranger's howl glided through the air.
It was...almost pleasant-sounding, and might've been more-so if Sovereign wasn't on guard at every new encounter with unfamiliar faces...
She exhaled with a mild mix of irritation and annoyance as she turned her steps for the beach facing closest to the mainland shores.

After however many minutes it took to see the figure on the shore, Sovereign stopped some distance off, and tilted her head to the side as she looked at him...
The wind hadn't shifted enough to tell her much from her current place, but she braved closer, eyes pinned on him warily as she drew closer-
THEN, the wind shifted enough to bring his scent to her - and plenty of others with it!

One of them in primary, being her mother's.

The Shieldmaiden stopped dead in her tracks, a look of both shock and confusion writ across her face.
She couldn't bother to try and hide the emotions on her face, but she could try to be strategic about this...right?

"How do you know my mother?" She demanded of the scarred man with boyish charm, more softness in her volume than she meant to have, given the rumble in her voice; Filled with caution, perhaps hope, maybe even the tiniest smidge of anger...
The smolder in her eyes was a silent threat - that he had better start talking, right fuckin' NOW. 

「 Skill Point ― scout 」

The howl caught his attention as he was doing his rounds of the island, scouting the perimeter of their territory. With the warming temperature he worried for the activity of bears more so, but so far no scents had been found that worried him. The boar to the south however were beginning to run rampant and that needed to change. They were destroying the arable land to the south with their digging and over eating. It smelt like a whole ass pigsty down their sometimes.

It would be best to nip it in the bud before more hit the ground, he'll discuss it with the others soon.

But first, the howl.

Tyr made his way towards the western beach, roving through the hills as he went. It took it's time but finally his paws hit the dunes that separated ocean and land. He could spy two individuals in the distance and for a moment a sigh of relief left his knowing Sovereign had gotten there first. At least someone was punctual, unlike him it seemed.

~ He'll arrive next round!

It was a few minutes before he spotted a white wolf coming towards him, and he remained sitting to show that he wasn't a threat...right now at least. The woman looked oddly familiar, though he just chalked it up to white wolves all looking the same, with their lack of any distinctive markings. More than once has he mistaken Nephthys for Nyra when the yearling wasn't looking in his direction, and the same goes for Creole, and his other son. A tragedy really, they stand out for miles too.

But as the warrior got closer, the soldier grew even more suspicious, those eyes were similar...but again, he did know three other white wolves with golden eyes at the moment. So when she asked how he knew her mother he had to pause.

Did Nyra have more children? Though he guesses she could be...hrm no, Reign might not be old enough for....well wait maybe, she did have adult children running around.

What, no 'hello?' Or 'State your business'? His tone was light, friendly jesting. I know many women who may be your mother Two. He knew two adult women, the others would be too young unless there was some time trickery involved. You're going to have to be more specific, is it Reign? Nephthys? Queen Nyra? He listed off the white wolves off the top of his head, though...he had sneaking suspicion....

Sovereign's eyes narrowed with scrutiny at his light, jesting tone. 
I know many women who may be your mother He said.
"I'd know the scent of her better than anybody." She stated with a rumble-
You're going to have to be more specific, is it Reign? Nephthys? Queen Nyra?
"So she did become Queen to that man Satan?" Sovereign responded with a raised brow, unamused but not surprised in the least. "Makes me wonder how fast those two hashed it out in the last world." She mused with a grumble. 
"I didn't even know she was here..." The Vaettfang muttered after an awkward pause, then with a sigh, as if defeated for some reason or another; "How is she?" She asked softly.
Finally, a set of words with some form of manners attached. 

High five, Sovereign.

「 Skill Point ― scout 」

While Sovereign seemed to have things under control, Tyr took his time to observe the man draped in brown. He appeared young, barely into adolescence, but his build was impressive. From the smell of things, he was another pack wolf, too. The god's brows fixed low, scrunching briefly in his approach.

Lots of neighbours have been dropping by recently, something that Tyr wasn't necessarily unwelcome to but not the biggest fan of, either. Still, he prevailed against his demons and lightened his mood. If Sovereign wasn't on the offensive, he had nothing to worry about, right? Right.

His approach was languid but steady until he was finally within coversational reach if he raised his voice.

Sovereign, who is this at our borders? he quipped with a smile, flagging the blondes of his tail behind him. He was of a rank that was to be respected, even by his Vaettfang.

She hadn't said her name, but the comment about her becoming queen to Satan was enough. Nyra never even mentioned having an older daughter, but if she didn't know her mother was here either...well. Now he had to be the bearer of bad news. Or, good news? Amon didn't know if the woman in front of him cared for her stepfather, though given her tone it could go either way. The real question is, to give her the short version or the long one.

Queen Nyra is doing well, health wise at least. She had eight healthy pups last fall Well, had. Though recently we lost King Satan and one of their sons, your other siblings are.. Hellions, unmannered satan spawn (literally), psychopaths. Thriving.

It was then that the chimera called out, and he finally got a name to attach to Nyra's eldest daughter. Amon Khaldun, soldier of Warcrest considering this is before the rebranding. Exploring the lands nearby to find other packs while our queen is busy with other matters, we've been far too isolationist these past years

Amon hadn't exactly...asked to do this, though he had planned to before Nyra got pregnant, duty kept him homebound with the other yearlings being young still as well. He was too much of a good boy to just leave for an adventure while there were young to protect.

What of you?

Sovereign's eyes widened as the brown stranger spoke of her mother, and of the eight younger siblings she now had, and then the following news that Satan and one of her younger brothers
were dead-
Damn, that was definitely news!

Just then, Tyr appeared, drawing the shieldmaiden's attention for a moment; Thank fuck, someone who knows how to be personable!

Sovereign's golden gaze flicked back to the stranger as he introduced himself - Amon Khaldun, soldier of Warcrest.
Assuming Tyr would introduce himself without her help, the Vaettfang adjusted her stance and posture to show deference to Tyr's authority, staying silent for the moment so her Skorungr could have the spotlight.