Traders, not traitors

Even though he was eager to start making their way back toward Auster, he was still patient in their waiting at the Fireside border. It was nice to take a seat for a moment if nothing else. He had expected the journey to be a long one, but he hadn't expected just how much he was going to miss being home. He nudged the thought aside though as a large, saber fanged man approached them from the distance, clearly the one that would answer the call. Ulric gave the fellow alpha a polite dip of his head to the simple greeting they were given, a friendly grin pulling across his scarred features. Everyone was neutral at the very least in Ulric's eyes until proven otherwise and this man seemed amicable enough so he had no reason to hold suspicion or be anything but friendly in return.

"Hello there. We're traveling through Boreas to introduce ourselves and do a reintroduction of sorts for The Hallows. I'm Ulric Adravendi. I took over the pack recently. This is Artorias Carpathius, the heir of the pack. I wanted him to get a taste of the job and be more familiar with the other packs before he took the reigns so he came along for the trip." He glanced to Art, letting him give his own greeting if he wanted before looking back to the man in front of him with another smile. "We've been raising alpacas for a few seasons now and we've gotten a pretty good herd together so while we're out visiting I'm looking to see if anyone would be interested in setting up some trades as well or at least just let you know the offer is on the table."

Ulric Adravendi