Mr. Wall Street

Chaos' tail whisked at the level of his hips as he trotted through the lands separating his pack from this one. He'd decided that a victory lap was appropriate enough despite having not actually won control of the pack from anyone, so he'd left the small pack with strict orders to have fun and not die while he set off for these lands. He'd considered going straight to Abaven to show off his new status to Rhys' relatives, but at the last minute decided to leave them hanging and continued past.

Other than Abaven, he really wasn't all that familiar with other packs. A lot of the ones from the old days in Imperium were gone now anyway. He only knew about Fiori because Raba had mentioned planning a joint pack exercise of some sort with them. He wished he'd been paying more attention but at the time it hadn't been any of his business. Now it was.

Stopping at the border in a spray of water and his tail waving at a jaunty angle, he threw his head up and howled for the alpha, half cocky demand and half laughing at the ridiculousness. It was so pompous, wasn't it, this whole diplomatic thing? He could just waltz right in if he wanted to and who could stop him? The lands were interesting enough, though he couldn't imagine anyone wanting to live in someplace so... wet, and gross. He sure hoped the pack had lands that were drier, or else he'd half expect the alpha who showed up to have webbed paws and gills under his fur.