Searching for a Cause

Clouds were moving in, giving him a respite from the hot, summer son. Brandr strode towards the moor, his keen eyes spying the wall that was an indicator of Celestial's territory. After talking with his mate he had come to the decision to try and join Celestial. He hoped he could strike a deal with the leader of the pack to allow him to still spend a good amount of time with his family but in turn act as something of a look out for the border next to Wolfpaw Lake. Of course he would hunt for Celestial, attend meetings and do what was asked of him. He hoped in this way he could help strengthen another pack against the threat of the Abraxas, as well as keep his ears peeled for news of Abaven. Perhaps in time, he would chance a visit there again. He hoped, prayed, that everyone was alright. It didn't help that his fears were leading his thoughts to the worst possible conclusions.

Brandr neared the wall and shifted his body so that his front paws rested on the top of the wall so he could better see over it and hold a conversation.  Tipping back his head he howled for the alpha.