Ivory River Pack

The sound of a babbling stream nearby dances on the crisp air, a beckoning call to your weary soul. With such an enticement cutting through the dense forest, you're almost certain others are nearby. Still, you cannot deny the gnawing thirst in your throat, nor the leaden feeling in your limbs. Hopefully, those that reside in the area will grant you refreshing privileges...or at least placid passage. 

The babble transitions into almost a roar, the water thundering through the underbrush in a mighty path. You're so close, so very close to reaching it, droplets beading on your tongue as you practically taste it...

But your suspicions manifest into your woes; the serenity of the river is suddenly cut by a strong presence. You think you spy eyes through the flora, stopping your pursuit through the strange territory cold. Yes, eyes indeed, golden and piercing, are in fact on you. And, before you even get a word in, a contemplative grunt sounds from the nearby treeline.

"...Hmm."

Whether you growl in defense, or plead your case, the alpha of the territory presents himself, his ashen form lumbering out before you. His golden eyes are even more striking at such close proximity, and you watch his scarred visage scan you closely, his darkened lips curling in a slight sneer.

"Don't take kindly to trouble..." he rumbles, squinting at you for a few beats further before continuing, "But if you seek passage, or are of benefit...

...Walk among my ranks."