Exhaustion ripped through his very being, legs aching with every single footstep. The white and black brute knew though, that if he stopped, he wouldn't be able to get going again. He had to get ahead of schedule. Traveling for the last three days, they had been long. Trecherous. He'd found himself in a new land, full of new wolves to see. Running from his past might not have been the best idea, but.. How else was Xolmin supposed to react? How was he supposed to feel when he walked in on his mate sleeping with his best friend? How was he supposed to feel over the fact that she stood face to face with Xolmin, telling him that she loved his best friend more than himself? He had told her she would never see him again. At first, she'd been confused. Of course she would, she would see him the next day. He wondered how she would feel knowing he was gone for good, that she'd ripped her chances from ever seeing him again away? That felt right. Though, part of him was still upset. Broken over the fact that his soon to be wife had cheated. Adultery. Anger flashed through his crimson orbs before it subsided. The man took a deep breath, stopping for a moment. When his nares breathed in, he caught the scent of others. A pack. Had he stumbled into the borders?

The man froze where he was, shocked at how careless he could be, That changed when he heard the sound of a femme calling a meeting, presumably welcoming new members. Just his luck. A fresh start would be good for him, wouldn't it? Xolmin quickly lapped at his chest, attempting to clean himself a bit before he made his appearance. He didn't want to look dirty, to look like he'd stumbled in from the pits of hell. No, he had to make it look like he wanted to be here. After he rubbed himself up against a tree, getting a fresh oaky scent attached to his being, he made his way to to the call.

When he arrived he noted several being already there. The one thing that stuck out to him was the presumed King and Queen. The King held horns upon his cranium, which he'd never seen on a wolf before. Were these lands.. magical? They had to be, considering that the Queen was a beautiful sunset in coloration. His eyes were drawn to the clouds slowly drifting along her pelt. How was this even possible? He noted another wolf, white in coloration like himself, sat proudly beneath the King and Queen. He was most likely the Prince of the lands. After watching for a few moments, Xolmin took a step forward and bowed his head to the couple sitting atop their throne. "I heard you're accepting new members. My name is Xolmin." He spoke, lifting his head once again to look at the pair. "I can offer my services wherever you see fit. Soldier, messenger, anything."