A new adventure

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Torin couldn't say he'd really been expecting his niece to call for him, they were in the beginning stages of moving the pack back. Mostly that meant Torin checking up on the lands to make sure they hadn't been damaged so badly they were unlivable and that there were no squatters. It also meant trying to make sure they were stocked up for their return, a harder task to make with Derecho's sudden disappearance.

The man couldn't help but feel a thrill of dread go through him as he heard his niece, it didn't sound like bad news but at this point, it was kind of all he expected. Still, he would endeavour to not keep her long and trotted towards the shore. He picked up an unfamiliar scent as he approached, drenched in the tang of saltwater but unfamiliar nonetheless, but Priscilla was also there and her call hadn't been that of a defending wolf calling for backup against an invader. As the pair drew into view that suspicion was confirmed as he could see the physical closeness between the smaller man and his niece, Torin's brow quirked as he approached, adopting an easy but still dominant stance. He was not here to scare off his niece's companion but he was also making it clear he held the authority here.

"Hello, I'm Torin Dux of Lirim and Priscilla's uncle, what brings you to our borders?" He asked the male, casting a quick friend glance at his niece as he mentioned her name, the truth was he had a suspicion. Priscilla had mentioned an Osiris before and while he'd never met the man he had reason to believe this was him. Now what it was the pair planned to do exactly he had some theories but wouldn't assume anything.