hell in a handhold

It was hell to get Abaven. Pack dodging, crossing rivers.... not fun. But finally, the alpha finally arrived. He may have had to pause to clean the mud off him and dry off, but he did it. And now he stood on the edges of Abaven, where the alpha Bass was. He had met Bass not that long ago as the heir, when Allen left Borealis - but now he was coming as an alpha and lurking like the crown heir.

His tail wagging slightly as he gazed across Abaven's flooded lands, he took a deep breath. He would let it out in a howl, a song, a call for Bass. It was time they spoke of their relations.