Orange You Glad To See Me?

With the weight of his promotion setting heavy in his mind Brandr got right to work. He'd tracked his way south toward where Dragoste had been to start gleaning what information he could. On the way he'd picked up rumors of a pack nestled in the west and so he'd begun his journey there. He knew of Lirim already and that they were on good terms with Abaven. Beyond that the only other pack he knew existed was that of the Abraxas and he coudln't say for sure where or if he even wanted to risk visiting it. He knew he probably should. Sparrow would need information on the activity of them but it was highly dangerous. The very thought of intentionally going anywhere near that pack made his skin crawl. So he settled for testing his bravery here. Gazing out across the plains for a moment Brandr tipped back his head and howled. He'd stalked along the border for awhile, carefully testing the scents and marking the movement of the game. Ultimately he felt brave enough to try and talk to one of the pack members. He would never try such a stunt with the Abraxas but perhaps he'd get lucky here.