What a trespasser he was. But was it really trespassing if you were intending to join? He had only smelt two wolves on the land thus far, one being the alpha and another a straggler. He would not be a straggler, as he planned on talking with the Czarina about an automatic high rank, preferably something of worth. Besides, this pack was meant for him to join, being on the ice and ruled much like a dictator, like himself, would. This pack was meant to have him, though maybe he would actually respect this pack much more than his last, in fears of getting banished once more. Audits twitched, searching for any noises as his dark and bright eye scanned, searching for movement. His tail moved slowly behind him, in a small wag, fanning his scent around for those distanced. He wouldn't howl for the Czarina, though that might be expected from any other wolf, but he wasn't just another wolf. He was Vikenti Pyotr Belikov; The ruthless ex-dictator of his old home down south.

The icy land he was walking on was welcoming to his tired feet, but he would not stop. Not until he found the Czarina, hidden away in the depths of the barrens. Movement caught his attention out of the corner of his black eye and he turned, not seeing anything but ice and rocks. Vikenti huffed, turning his whole body in that direction. Where is the Czarina of this pack of which I walk on?! He yelled, a snarl playing on his lips, not liking his mind playing games on him when he was looking for someone. Turning back around, he scanned the area, obviously not pleased.