Grumpbutt

Arcus was not here to see Donostrea, not at all. Ever since seeing Gale he couldn't stop thinking about his stupid family and their puny pack. It angered him, really, how much they seemed to be on his mind. He couldn't help but wonder how his siblings were, wonder how the packlands were doing. Before he knew it, his aimless travels had brought him closer and closer to Donostrea packlands, until he was jolted from his thoughts by a very familiare and loathed scent. He stared with his one good eye in full and utter confusion at the sight. Grasslands? When did they get grasslands?! He huffed heavily and trotted along the loner edge of the border, staring with a narrowed gaze at the strange little packland. When had Dono gotten a new land? And why? It wasn't like there were a lot of them. He huffed again, a growl on his tongue before he froze as another border scent met his nose.

Wait, that wasn't right. He turned to look at this other packland, staring angrily at it. There had been a different pack here, this hadn't been here. Where had this pack come from?! Without a second thought he turned his attention to this strange new thing, staring at the grass lands and breathing in the packscent. What is this place? They were right beside Donostrea, did that mean they were friends? He sighed softly, shifting on his paws as he stared in contemplation. It wasnt safe being so close to his family, they would probably be able to pick up his scent easily right? He just stared in contemplation, not making a sound, not even moving.

"Burn Baby Burn"