the sight of red eyes was something unique to the creature of browns, grays and creams, short fur slicked back with the snow that clung to him melting from his body heat, simply sliding off his coat. he couldn't say he'd been around the territory for a while, no. he was relatively new to the changes, having been missing for months as things changed. the recent blizzard had done him no favors, covering the lands in a heavy covering, often tripping up the akhlut, causing him to curse and splutter.

he had seen horizon a matter of times, still putting the devil's face into his memory with his scent and voice, the devil having attracted his attention. what, whatever. everyone was unique, he just had to get used to it all, again. eyes dancing across the winged feline as he once again fell victim to gravity, the sage giving a yelp as he was buried in snow, floundering out with many a curse flying from his tongue, "all be damned, wretched fucking snow", he seethed as he floundered out. "and i,", he spat out a mouthful of snow, "am auberon, the leader of the frostblown. it is possible for you to join, we will not turn you away." he rumbled as he shuddered, hackles rising at the unwelcome feeling of an icy cold mouth.

humor filled his gaze as he righted himself, shaking off the last of the snow as sebastian spoke, their voice rolling over his ears. snorting, "infuriating is far from enough to describe the brumal weather we fare with, but aye. it is my pleasure to meet you, sebastian.", he would rumble as he swiped a paw over his face, dislodging the snow that had come to rest upon the ridges of the scars dancing across his face. "mighty interesting, you say?", he would hum, clueless as ever, before looking down at himself with a crooked toothy grin, "i do suppose i may seem interesting.", he laughed, chuckling as horizon puffed out his chest.

turning his gaze back to the winged creature before him, he gave him a smile, "as horizon said, welcome to the frostblown. we'll guide you back to camp, sebastian. you'll be given the rank of greenhorn at our next meeting, and if you prove yourself with the trial of earning your wings, you can also decide at the meeting if you would like to become a knight or a corps member.", he spoke casually as he turned back to lead the way to camp, pausing to look back over his shoulder with a grin.