Misery Business
Sirius
03-12-2021, 07:42 PM
His trip north had been halted by the sheer amount of packs in the area. He'd tried to find a quick way around them but to no avail. He could go back the way he came, but that was at least a two day journey just to go around and then an even further trip to the S.S. Antiox. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wasn't to keen on that much walking quite yet unless he had to. It had been debatable on what his next course of action could be. He hadn't been prepared to interact with any of the strange packs yet, but it seemed as though that option was going to be inevitable at some point. Things had certainly changed in the years he had been gone. It took a lot of will power to bring himself near the borders of the nearest pack he scented. This territory seemed to be the quickest short cut towards north that he could get. Would they be accommodating? He was prepared to suck it up and make the long trek around all the territories that stood in his way, but he was still slightly optimistic that this would go in his favor. Maybe. Regardless, he wasn't stupid enough to get so close to the border that it would be perceived that he was going to try to trespass. It was late afternoon so, unless someone was a night owl, he wouldn't be disturbing anyone's slumber. Really now all it depended on was the kindness this pack could offer, or not offer, to a wolf slipping out of his prime. He came to a halt about 100 feet from the border and let out a soft call for whoever could grant or deny him his request. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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