I've Gotta Kill Two People Again

As the answer to his call promptly appeared, Chaos was satisfied to see that his vague memories hadn't steered him wrong. This was the Abaven wolf he'd thought it was from that long-ago feast. Well, former Abaven wolf, clearly. She'd gone up in the world from having Rhys' uncle giving her a fighter's rank, hadn't she?

Her words provoked a flash of teeth in a wide grin. So she'd noticed and remembered him too even though he'd been just a pup back then. He clearly preened over the attention, and his gunmetal-gray striped tail brushed the rocky ground clean behind him in a gleeful wag. Ok, so he really liked attention. It was sort of his thing. "That's ok, I didn't remember your name either," he laughed. "I'm Chaos Saxe, Cascade and Valentine's youngest. I never did catch that fox. Maybe I should pay Abaven a visit and see if the little snack is still alive." He curved his head down coyly to watch her as he continued teasingly. "You're not as big as I remember though, I could have sworn I only came up to your elbows... Did you shrink?"

"Chieftain huh? So all this is yours?" He gestured with one large paw towards the delightfully forbidding peaks and ridges that glowered over them. "That's pretty cool," he added wistfully. It reminded him of Imperium in its prime, though Imperium's lands had been the friendliest part of the pack and it'd been the warriors who'd been the attractive danger. These lands looked far, far more easily defensible than the knolls or the range. The young male could just picture the sorts of traps and ambushes Ivory Ridge warriors could come up with on those narrow mountain paths... If they were any good, anyway. He wondered idly if she had any of the former Imperium warriors in her ranks yet. "So what sort of things do you do here in... Ivory Ridge you said? Anything exciting?"