The falls butted directly against Abaven’s territory carrying the scent of the pack to him as he stood beside the raging river. He could no longer scent Sparrow, and the scent of Bass’s get had long since faded. Strange. For as long as he had lived he had always believed the pack belonged to Bass and Bass alone, having never been taught otherwise. He would have to investigate further. Eventually. For now he continued to collect possible territories to house the Praetor empire. The Empire that would have been if his traitorous family had stayed long enough to back him. He huffed dejectedly as rage roiled in him again. Acere for all his bravado had taken Elias’s children to gods knew where. He supposed that simply meant his own heir would have little competition, more over, it meant he could break away from troublesome bloodlines and focus instead on creating an empire of strong wolves. “As if that worked so well before.” He swatted a rock out of his path at the thought, a snarl climbing up his muzzle.   Speaking  Thinking  You

No more were the demons and chains of the brutes past changing him into the ground He was finally free and now he could start anew. He quietly padded forth with his head low as he was drawn to the sounds of the rushing waters of the falls since he was quite parched from his travels. As he made his way closer to the water as his snout caught the scent of another wolf. His ear flatted down around his skull for a second before rising up again. He mustn't be afraid. I may as well sample the temperament of the individuals of these lands while I have the time. His rational thoughts swiftly brought up to his mind  "Hello there stranger" the ashen shaded brute rumbled lowly. Keeping his distance from the other canine as a precaution no harm in being too careful. He was hoping for the best overall outcome in this encounter.

His ears raised as a stranger approached him and greeted him, his pensive thoughts leaving his mind in favor of the regality being a leader afforded him. “Greetings.” He replied, his head raised proudly. From his neck Raanee uncoiled herself and flicked her tongue at the stranger, her hood raising slightly at the promise of a possible threat. “Food?” She inquired quizzically, earning a soft smile from the lightning king. “No my dear.” He replied. “Ignore her.” He told the stranger, then padded closer to him, his tail waving behind him like a mist. “I am Tyranis Praetor. Who are you?” He asked, keeping his tone firm but not without a polite kindness.   speaking Thinking You   Raanee