horrible

Brandr's day started well enough. He'd finally found a gift for Corentine that he hoped to give her as soon as she was done visiting her mother. After that the big decision would start. They'd returned to Abaven on a temporary basis to bring the family a bit of closure. Closure for Corentine to visit her mother, closure for him to check in on Abaven and now that those goals were about accomplished, what came next? While he was enjoying the structure of a pack and the extra energy that came with not traveling every day, he'd assumed they'd pack up and leave when all was said and done. Though perhaps they could stay through the summer and autumn and follow the herds back? Of course, that would mean uprooting Lucine again.

He slowed his pace, mind spinning when a challenging call snapped him out of his thoughts. He hadn't realized how close he was to the battlefield. His eyes narrowed, that sounded like a pack challenge. Quickly moving to to the source he saw a group of wolves gathered and immediately caught the smell of the Abraxas. He should have known. Resisting the urge to leave as well as the urge to snarl he sat down to watch the match, curiosity piqued. It was strange though, the man he'd assumed made the call did not smell of the Abraxas packs or even of their family.