The courier found him alright-- just like the others had.
Deep in the jungles surrounding [url=https://www.google.com/maps/place/Mount+Sicapoo/@17.843196,120.891762,9.92z/data=!4m13!1m7!3m6!1s0x324053215f87de63:0x784790ef7a29da57!2sPhilippines!3b1!8m2!3d12.879721!4d121.774017!3m4!1s0x338f20ff17ee0a47:0x2c972d543d55bcc2!8m2!3d18.0133449!4d120.9388733]Mount Sicapoo[/url], the courier placed a package atop a mossy, ruined, and forgotten stone pillar in the thick of the underbrush. Truly, this had been something of a suicide mission and, just as the courier counted their blessings for having 'made it out alive', they were promptly pounced upon and turned into ash.

Which was no fun. 
Why had he been sending the [i]newbies[/i] so often lately?
This would have been the question running through the intelligent half-man mind of the 'Killer Panther' had he, well, had more intelligence and patience to give to the thought.

As it stood, Itimpu looked at his ash covered man-paws, then promptly hustled around in a frantic circle-- confused as to why the Human in his Territory had just exploded into Nasty Dirt. He hated that. Why was it that sometimes they exploded into Nasty Dirt but other times they-- the package caught his eye and was batted off of the pillar. As it had been designed to do, the box withstood a few more seconds of his Batting it around the jungle floor, before he finally understood it had Latches. And the smell-- oh the smell was familiar.

Yes, it was of the Pale King Dressed In Black, this scent, which meant box must become open.
Slowly and rather delicately, he pried open the box with is claws, before revealing the contents inside. 
First, there was some paper-- boring, dis-interesting, who cares? Itimpu gingerly placed it aside.
There-- ah, here it was. A shark's lower jaw, teeth still attached, wrapped in the skin of a Human, with the black chain of Itimpu's former shackles-- this was a signal between he and the Pale-Black King. Itimpu lifted the object in to the moonlight, holding it toward the sky, before he placed it over his head. 

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Likely, he was one of the first to be summoned, simply due to the distance, but certainly not the last to arrive. 

When eventually he arrived near the Pale-Black King's manor, he paused, catching a rather... odd scent on the wind-- A baby? Why was there a baby here? Sniffing and snuffling, Itimpu navigated the woods at night, his senses locked upon the scent of a misguided youngling-- how was a baby lost up here?

Every instinct prohibited him from continuing up the path until he found it-- a small boy, wandering up the path toward Dracula's manor. Why, only certain people knew where this place was, and where to go. Surely, this small child was summoned in some manner-- was he the child of Dracula? Could Dracula make babies? It didn't matter.

From the shadows Itimpu lept, landing next to Gael silently. He snuffled a greeting before promptly picking the child up, by the collar of his shirt, with his cat mouth, and beginning his rapid sprint up the path to Dracula's Manor. Quite easily, he ascended the path, then the side of the house-- ensuring that the small boy didn't bump up against anything-- before he climbed through an open window. He dangled Gael over the windowsill and into the room before releasing him. 

Immediately, Itimpu was confused. Where was the Pale-Black King? Why were there so many others here that weren't him? Who invited the Sea Beast? Itimpu glared but remained silent as he slinked into the room, smelling about with soft whiffs, as the others began [i]talking[/i]. Whatever they were speaking about, it didn't matter, because Dracula was not here.

If he was not here then, obviously, he must be somewhere else, which meant that Itimpu needed to [i]go to him[/i]. He sniffed at the letter to South Africa, even going so far as to leave his mouth open, to process more of the scent bouquet. Itimpu began to sniff other objects around the room afterward, his paws moving to slowly, ever so slowly, push things here and there onto the floor. 

There was a trail here, he needed but only find it, and no ink-well-- or weird ornamental cup-- was going to hide said trail underneath it on [i]his[/i] watch.
[sup]edit: added a link[/sup]