Today's Another Day

They had neighbors. He always knew, they had existed for as long as he had been born, but he always stayed away from the strange scents, the strange smells. Now, though, he had a pack. And he was heir. Perhaps it was foolishness, or perhaps good that he now desired to meet with those of the borders - and so he would find himself walking with purpose to the edge of the border, hoping to see what lay beyond his own borders. A soft call would leave his lips as he stood on his side of the border, in the Fern Gulley, eyes searching across the plains that Donostrea had claimed.


"Speech"