Dacian Magnus

From a distance, you can see the Alpha barking orders at other pack members, his brows furrowed as they normally are day to day. The members acknowledge his command in unison and walk off, headed towards the edge of the forest that surrounds the pack lands. Alpha Dacian stands strong and confident at the front of the pack house, his golden gaze skimming over his territory intently. Suddenly, he spots you, and raises his head as if giving a command without a single word. You immediately stop what you’re doing and head over, bowing your head as you come face to face with his overwhelming presence. “What are you doing?” He ask, his voice is a commanding, low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. “You should be over there with the others at the training grounds. We’ve got rogues at our borders and I want you all at your best.” His eyes pierce into your lowered head, and he folds his arms over his chest as if looking for an explanation from you.