Have you any news?

The Warlord made a detour in his trip North. Skirting by Abaven lands. The Alpha there, Theory, was a wolf he almost considered a friend. There were very few outside of Ashen that he trusted. He wouldn’t want news of his missing wolf to spread far. Opportunities might start looking for his daughter as well. But Theory… he trusted Theory not to use this information as a weak point. She might even know something, and it was better to ask then leave it and find he missed a trail.

He stopped by the border, politely on the rogue side, as he tipped his head and called for the other woman. His agitation and worry showed only in slight pull of his ears, and the occasional flick of his tail. He was anxious to be on the hunt again.