From the Other Side

Winter was in full force, and in the cover of the snow that fell from the heavens, Ace took off from Abaven lands to get a closer look at the pack his nephew had raised. He had been aware of when it happened, the call that sang across the lands inviting those to join him. Ace had been occupied before now, but now was a good a time as any to investigate. He was amused by the fact that Tyranis' pack was locked between two other packs. Both packs he knew nothing about, and he wondered if Tyranis knew what kind of packs they were. Or perhaps he was just as clueless? A rhetorical thought, of course. Knowing how Tyranis thought, Ace doubted his nephew had made many friends. Much less neighbors. Was he suffering from paranoia? Knowing that at any moment, either of his neighbors could march against him without warning? The thought brought a slight grin to his lips as he skulked about the edge of one of his nephew's lands. Just far enough away to avoid detection as he remained hidden among the snow-laden trees. Abaven had alliances with many of the packs, if not all. And he highly doubted that his nephew's pack had done the same. He scanned the borders from afar, though subtly. He nonchalantly checked out the scenery that covered the Orchard, casually checking out the trees and whatever lay beneath them. Sure there wasn't much fruit to be had, if any, but he used every opportunity available to him to make it seem like he wasn't checking out the packs borders. On the other side of the orchard lay the other pack, but he wasn't really interested in them.

He led this mission alone, leaving his fox kits to their own devices back in Abaven. Knowing them, they'd end up attracting attention as they weren't yet in the mindset to understand what his intentions were today. Everything was quiet, snow now falling heavily as he casually walked among the trees for the better part of the morning. He noted the scents that he could gather from his position, gathering information for later use. So far, and interestingly enough, he scented Cloud's markings on the border. Not only that, but he counted quite a few scents that he recognized...especially those of Leera, Hannibal, and Nephthys...a scent that smelled vaguely of...Rhyme? but female he recalled the day Vlad had shown up.
Didn't he mention he was on the hunt for another one of his former captives? The memory pricked his mind, but he couldn't remember the name. He would be sure to speak to him when he got back...and then...he smelled Elias. Crimson gaze narrowed as he glanced at the snow between his paws. Of course...he expected Elias would join Tyranis after that day on the mountain. He expected nothing less. But to actually have evidence of that rankled him, and he knew then and there that the pack and all those within it would more than likely be considered enemies. Had others from Ruina joined, too? Two smelled vaguely familiar, likely someone he had seen in passing at the time. A devoted follower to that side of the Praetors? Perhaps former lambs? He couldn't recall their names or what their positions had been before, but he didn't care. They were there, and that was all that mattered. His lip curled in a snarl as he moved behind a tree, sitting with his back to it as the snow fell on him.

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