The silhouette male had washed up on Starfall Shores, just like many others had done when arriving to Starfall. When he awoke, he noticed an added weight onto his back as he lay on his side in the sand. He lifted his head to look at his back, and his dark eyes caught onto black wings. He smiled once he had realized what they were, and rather than being taken back by surprise, he was excited. They looked like that of crow wings, his namesake. His memories flashed back to home for a moment, but any positive memories now were blocked by the growing female population that he had laid with wanting to come after him. So, he had to flee. He had no choice but to. He must have become tired from swimming and the waves brought him here. Thank goodness he was still alive.

The brute slowly stood up, partly because the added weight of wings threw off his balance, and partly because his joints were stiff. He must have been out for a while. Once steady, he shook the sand out of his pure black fur. He scanned the surrounding area and found particular interest in a staircase of waterfalls in the distance hidden within a grove of trees. Smiling, he immediately headed that way. Upon reaching the edge of the lands, his nares were hit with a faint scent of other wolves. Had someone tried to claim these lands before? He wandered inwards, and as he passed through, no sign of other wolf life existed. Crowe, being a prior Delta in his new lands, knew that this had to be his opportunity.

He’d found lands where he could enforce his ideals. That women would get to choose who they lay with, giving the power to the woman to claim who they please. Crowe knew that this would bring in many single wolves, exponentially more females than males, but that’s what he wanted. The biggest hurdle with this ruling was the jealousy that could arise from two or more females choosing the same male to mate with. That, he’d have to address in the future. Trial and error, yes? He found a small clearing just beside the cascade of small waterfalls, and let out a howl, calling for new, single members to the lands that he would don Amaya, which meant “mother city”. There would certainly be mothers.

Actions and thoughts and "Words."