Paint It Black

Okay so maybe wandering off on his own hadn't been the greatest of ideas. Winter in Auster had never bothered him, but he'd already noticed the change in temperature quite noticeably the farther north he got. He had the thick coat of an Ancora so it would take extreme temperatures for him to even feel it. No, it was the lack of insects here that irked the hell out of him. He'd come up here to see new things and instead the cold had sent them all away. Of course he'd just had to come up here as winter was just starting. It was just his luck.

Well it was a little late now to head back. He'd already taken the plunge so the way he saw it he wasn't going back now. So he'd wandered around for a bit longer when he came across a rather odd scent. It was thick across the terrain here and after a moment of investigation he recognized it as the scent of someone he knew. Odd. What were the chances he'd run into that male again here of all places?

Past that he didn't really pay attention to all the other scents that scattered across the area. He had a vague idea of what a pack was, but rules and regulations had never been explained to him. So he didn't think much of it and passed right across the border without a second thought. Maybe he'd get to come across Tyranis again? It'd at least make up for the fact that he hadn't found anything else worthwhile here.

"SPEAK"