Arrow barked back, his haunches raised slightly as though prepared for a fight with this new fae. Arrow's teeth were bared and he was prepared to attack. He didn't wish for a fight. "Arrow's the name. I'm a wanderer, honestly, miss," he said through clamped teeth. He was not in a mood for a fight. He smelled the air and raised his head to the heavens and let out a howl deep and low in his throat. One could have thought they could hear it for miles. "Just travelling through the area, miss," he said this time a little calmer. "I am from the Silver Wind territory, but I seek a new pack. My pack leader left a year ago, and now I need to either find a mate or join a new pack. You see, I am from another country miles from this land, and I have travelled far and wide to find a mate or a pack. Tis either that or I lead my pack as a solo wolf, and I would not enjoy that too much," he began explaining, but stopped shortly before he said what was on his mind to start.