It was only the day after his darling daughters were wed, and that left him prideful - But so lonely. They had gone to live with their husbands, to one day take over kingdoms. He had, without knowing it, raised Princesses. Their mother would be so happy, her beautiful face still tainted his memory. That was what he liked to remember of her, before Guildan has taken her life. Before his rage had slaughter dozens of his own kind, his own sons and daughters he was forced to make under his enslaved years of fighting a war that seemed endless. He could've been laid as the one who single handedly forfeit the war for the other kingdom, but he won his own war instead.

His shadow like form wandered the lands, it was quiet. His eyes could see Daneliya with her child and Remus, Lucaya with her children and mate, Damian and his woman, their teenagers scattered around. The pack was alive, but he felt nothing but dread. The scent of an unfamiliar wafted through the air as he spun on his feet to find the direction it came from. His hackles raised as he noticed it came from the mountains above, was someone trying to intrude? He snarled as he took off in the direction, finding his eyes set on a gray female. She was beyond the borders, but seemed lost.

He slowed and stopped just before her, his head and banner raising to show authority. Her eyes were the color of wood, catching him by surprise since all of his family he was used to having the abnormal coloring. He cleared his throat, attempting to hide his sudden flustered feeling. "Hello, I am Vladimir, Delta of Hawthorne. What is your name, and what is your business here?" He said, his deep voice ringing out.