Darkened Skies

He had been traveling for quite a while now, and apparently much had changed while he'd been roaming. He heard of a smaller pack living in Auster led by a queen who was rumored to be quite beautiful. Though he knew little about her, he was aware that she had fought for the pack she now had which was admirable in itself. He didn't know if his father had chosen to reside her...hasn't spoken nor seen him in years, but he didn't care, really. And quite frankly, he didn't care if he ever saw the bastard again. The weather was vastly different between Auster and Boreas. Almost like the flip of a switch, it went from hot to icy cold. The weather here was miserable as fuck, and he wasn't very keen on staying out for long. His coat was drenched from the constant rain, but there had been a break in the storm that he took advantage of, and so he made his way to finding the borders of the pack before the rain decided to start again. Once he reached them, he called for the Queen. Perhaps she could enlighten him a little...