Salutations and Well Wishes

She’d finally made it to Abaven’s borders and, with some caution, took a gentle whiff of the border-scents, analyzing them. She had no way of knowing what changes had transpired in Abaven of late, and so she moved with wariness. The last thing she desired was to encounter the Abraxas wolf that had occupied her ally. Or whom she hoped would remain her ally even with the changes she was intending to make for Celestial in name and some ways of doing things.

She waffled over the merits of calling for Sparrow. A howl might draw the undesired attentions. However, she knew exactly how undesirable it was of one pack wolf to be skulking around the borders of another pack without announcing their presence.

Pity we don’t have a symbol I could leave and some kind of invitation… Something to consider. Oh well, here goes nothing.

She stepped several paces away from the border and tipped her muzzle to the sky, singing a melodious call that was pointed specifically to the leader of Abaven.