Dethean walked slowly into the camp, politely hanging his head and tail low. He was a majestic looking grey wolf, large and powerfully built. He walked in calmly, knowing that most wolves held the dual-spirited weres in great respect, yet tried to be as polite as he could with what etiquette his instincts could provide him.<br/><br/>As he saw the wolf-pack, he felt as though they were speaking to him. Not directly with words, but their stance and movement gave him an idea of what they were thinking. He could see that they were concerned by an intruder, but not him. He glanced into the direction they were looking and though he could see nothing yet, there was a scent upon the wind of another being approaching. Maybe human, but something different about them which he didn't recognize, it was an unusual scent.<br/><br/>Then he saw the woman, a human at least for the moment, seated behind the wolfpack. He walked a little closer to her, so that they could speak directly without trying to threaten her at all. With an effort of concentration he forced his human voice to join with this wolf-body,<br/>"Something else is coming here tonight, I don't know what but it didn't come with me. This is not how I wanted to meet you, but it is still a pleasure. I am Dethean, hunter and tracker of the lupine clans."