hell in a handhold

It took a while for the other alpha to come - and Ren was not surprised, though it worried him. From what he could see of the lands, it was muddy, a waste-land while the floods were still ongoing. He felt bad; he wished he could have called on the less flooded lands, but this was the only land he could get to. One land was blocked by a lake that was more than flooded, and the other a river that he'd have to cross into pack territory to get out of. This was the only option for the boy.

After a while, he spotted the alpha.. his white fur thoroughly caked in mud. Ren winced, dipping his head in a return greeting and waiting silently as the alpha cleaned himself. He made it to Ren after a long while, and Ren would once more wince. "I'm sorry for calling you here to this land - it was the only land I could access," he would apologize before beginning. "Yes, Ren. I am... now alpha of Borealis due to unfortunate events. I would like to explore a relationship between our two packs, if you would be willing, Bass." He'd propose his idea immediately, with no hesitation.