Erebus strode forward when he was addressed, brilliant eye shimmering. “I am Erebus,” he said with a deep dip of his head. “It is indeed a home I seek,” he responded to the Dracarae alpha with a respectful dip of his head. “I am getting older, although I still have fight left in me. I wish to spend that time protecting those that need it.” His nebula tail shimmered slightly behind him as he moved to sit, folding his wings neatly against his back.

He kept his eyes on the Queen, listening to the myriad of names and voices around him. His ears rested attentively forward, taking in everything while he himself said nothing. He didn’t seem fazed by the Queen’s lengthy history, only appreciation for her candor. The rules of the pack embedded themselves in his brain, and his gaze locked with the Dracarae female when they landed on him. When told that he would be a Sigma, he dipped his head again respectfully, proud of the title bestowed upon him. He would protect the land until he couldn’t any longer.