Behind the mask

He knew the way to the abaven lands, he had travelled the spaces between it enough times in his exploring. It meant he could traverse it now with little attention to the direction they went. Instead, his thoughts were on Aurielle and her proposal. He did have some interest in a festival, but he also wondered at the dynamics of bringing every pack together. Acere for one might still hold a grudge at Sirius, despite the Armada alpha defending himself against the others maim attempts. He doubted Abaven and Winterfell were on good footing now. He had spoken to Theory back when she knew his raid was coming. The rest of the packs were mostly unknowns to him.

"Its possible," He said to her first part. She would have to see how many alphas and their packs wished to take part. "A constant tournament? I would not think each pack would guarantee their attendance. Their may be times I do not want the powers of this world to know what I hold." To do so would be to never have the element of surprise. He was not a trusting soul.

"As for letting them on my terratory... I would not let a soul that had embarrassed me or mine onto my land. Not without a fight. You would have to think of a different reward." Not that his attendance was guaranteed, either. It would be something he would have to speak of to both Deathbelle and Zee, if he was interested enough.