(GOOD MORNING. :3 )
Noting the black fae in particular, Dagon remained still as the leader approached, her multiple necklaces swinging around her neck. “Alphess.” He greeted her with a slight lowering of his head, shifting eye contact away long enough to show his respects before straightening. What he would not do to keep the alpha’s protected. Resic, especially. She was getting older and Dagon’s instincts, instincts only a veteran combatant could harbor to the extent that he did. Many of the adults were beginning to get older. He himself was no longer a pup either although he planned on sticking around for quite a while yet to come. Soon the younger wolves, the next generation would be the important wolves of the pack. The leaders.

















