A ghost from the past

It wasn't too far East from the Orchard they basically just had to follow the stream, and it led them towards the pack his Auntie resided. He kept his stride a little slower for the shorter wolf beside him. Saph scouted on a head, keeping an eye out for anything of interest, and Mortis pointed out the lay of the land for her as they went. Hoping to help familiarize her with it, and so she could find her way back to where he found her, even if they got separated.

As they reached the pack, he found the scent of the very wolf he was searching for. That was good, because he hadnt intended to go too close to the pack anyway. He didn't want to start an incident when he wasn't too sure what their stance was on the Armada.

Assuming Deathbelle had gone to look for herbs or poisons, or perhaps a bite to eat, he began to follow her trail. He glanced over at his companion as the scent got stronger. "My Auntie has been through a lot lately, so I've got to put a smile on her face." A strange statement, but one that will likely become a little clearer in a moment. When he began to act like a goof.

He bounced up towards the older wolf, his tail wagging. "Hi Auntie Belle!" He said, stopped beside her, and sticking his cold nose into the crook of her neck. He had to bend down to do so, and contorted his body a little to look up at her with a grin, his tail wiggling behind him. "This is my friend, Astrea Nightingale. Do you have a moment?"