Moving from the west, Sol and Khonsu made their way to the continent's center. Less packs seemed to have taken up residence in this area then that were along the coast, making their trip easier as they did not have to work as hard to respectfully skirt borders with each new territory they came across. This pack was noticeably smaller than the others they had so far visited. Were they newer, or simply more close knit?

Sol tipped back his head to give the call, eager to meet whomever had laid claim to these rolling plains and hear about the pack that lived here. There were prey animals living upon these hills too, an interesting concept that even Khonsu was curious to ask about. How had the presence of wolves here not chased away the herds?

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An unfamiliar call came from the border. Pausing in her preparation for the festival, Corbie listened a moment, then with a glance over to Tam to ensure that he had it under control (he did, the collie always had everything under control) she trotted off to see who was calling - and why. When she came within sight she almost missed a step. The faint hesitation, though, was barely registerable as her body automatically continued forward to let her brain time to catch up. Yes, the caller definitely had two heads. She let the fact wash over her, mulled it over. Lambs were sometimes born with deformities, including extra limbs. It was rare, but it happened. She'd only seen a lamb with two heads once, and the poor thing had not survived. Tornach had told her regretfully that it was a known phenomena and that usually the infant was given mercy rather than suffer. This wolf clearly had not been put down, but nor did they seem to be suffering, either. As she came to a stop in front of the wolf, she studied him for a beat with interest and thoughtfulness, but no fear or disgust. It was easier not to fear what was not unknown to you, after all. "Hello," she said to him quietly. "I am Corbie, leader of Avalon. How can I help you?"