"Right, well, though I am not apart of the Commune guild, it should not really be my duties to be doing this," a pause in thought as the coyote wanders blindly to what smelled like the treeline, carefully noticing the patterns in the earth with every step he took. These calloused paws of his took him farther in life than he thought they ever would before, despite his inability to see things with his own eyes. He saw in dreams, but that was perhaps the only glimpse of hope he could catch in life. "No one has visited the Serein Copse in quite some time, and Solaris has been dead all the while... I guess it really is my job." As he finally took notice of the scent border before him, he paused in his tracks, allowing him some time to sit down and relax after all this travel. "The cold wind of the forests feel nice within my fur. It's a stark difference indeed from the arid desert surrounding the Kingdom," he heaves a sigh, a raspy cough escaping from the depths of his throat. "And a little parched I seem to be feeling as well, ah. No matter, however. I think I'll live for the next thirty minutes or so, however long I'm here for. At least Miss Million decided to accompany me as well."
A disgruntled presence alerts him, signalling that a stranger was nearby and approaching him at a steadfast pace. "What are you here for," the question was more of a demand as the stranger spoke, their scent unfamiliar to the coyote as he took it in. "Pardon me," he greets politely. "But is this not the Serein Copse? I hope I haven't taken the wrong directions to get here?" His comment forms into a rather bemused one, head glancing backwards to where he was sure the wolf-hybrid was in tow. "This is The Order now," the being interjects abruptly. "Get the fuck out before I make you." Brows scrunching upon his face, he stares onward with glazed, unseeing eyes. "I would much prefer if you would send for your leader. We're both here on important business, and I don't like when my time is wasted by someone so undeserving of it." The stranger of 'The Order' departs, leaving the man to sit near flabbergasted by the ordeal before him. "A-Are they always like this?" he asks Ver, brows upturned now in question as his black lips askew, an uncomfortable twitch of his ear portraying what was really an onset of irritability.
[ sorry for the tag emms! ily! <3 ]