King For A Day

It was not usual for Allen to leave his family during this time. His mate had recently given birth to their children, just old enough to be running outside of the den now. Noen and Alna were beautiful little creatures, lovely in every right. Allen couldn't be a prouder father. With Bass back too there was a sense of security, a sense of safety that seemed to settle around the pack. The man would shake his head, not sure what it was that brought him out here. Perhaps it was that troubling dream... or the fact he had once more caught his older son's scent around Abaven's border.

He trusted Bass. He trusted Abaven. But certain things like this unsettled the man. He would let out the softest of sighs, coming to a stop as he eyed a ship. There were scents here... some faded and some fresh. There was definitely the noticeable scent of little ones here as well. Allen would hesitate, not wanting to get on some wolf's bad side because he stumbled upon some family or another. Deciding to announce his presence, the gentleman would tip his head back and let out a howl for whomever would answer.