Two new packs have now suddenly sprung up in the south and Branch wasn't too sure how to feel. Part of him was extremely happy to have a chance to form more alliances and trade pacts, but he was also weary of the two new packs. His luck so far had been good and he seemed to be getting to all the more easy going and nicer packs, but things couldn't always be this easy. Maybe it was simply his way of preparing himself for the potential decline of his alliance, or any potential danger that could come to his newly formed pack. One of the packs were literally at his back door, too close for his comfort and it had him stewing over moving just slightly.
He hadn't made any solid decisions and thought it may be a good idea to simply feel the two packs out first before jumping to such a rash decision. He decided that the first one he would go to was the furthest from his lands. He headed towards the location, his satchel heavy with gifts and herbs. He was nervous be kept his outward appearance neutral and friendly. He left a respectable distance between himself and the pack borders before lifting his head and letting a deep chested howl rumble from his vocals.
Calling out for the alpha of the pack. Once his call was finished she seated himself to wait patiently for the alpha's arrival.
