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Two packs down, three to go. He'd breeze through these two western packs, then head home for a bit before he went on down to the southern continent to figure out where that last pack had decided to situate themselves. Lirim he knew as one of the packs Raba had had something of an agreement with, though after his investigation of the other pack who'd held an agreement with Ivory Ridge he was beginning to think that Raba had infinite amounts more patience when dealing with other packs than he was willing to expend. He didn't hold out much hope of Lirim being all that much more interesting to him than the boring old man in the washed-out trees. Washed-out and washed up - he chortled the phrase to himself in amusement.

Coming to the border he squinted at the lands beyond. Pretty cushy place. Probably had damn good hunting, and the profuse wildflowers everywhere said that there were probably a bunch of herbs laying around. Probably. He didn't really have the head for herbs, or so Vana had often loftily informed him, and apparently flowers weren't the same as herbs. But hey, Kassander would know. It might be worth a raid or two if he and the pack's alpha didn't get along. Or maybe - probably - even if they did. Raids were a hell of a lot more fun than trade agreements and alliances after all.

Caught up in his thoughts and vaguely half-formed plotting, he padded along the border silently rather than calling immediately. Hey, it would be interesting to see if anyone showed up if he didn't bother calling, right? A good test of their border security. For... reasons.