Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Cinaed had just been on his way back home after another one of his excursions from the pack lands and more and more he was becoming less and less surprised when he returned to find the scents at the border becoming more stale and the activity around the pack quieter than ever. Today though he was in for a bit of a surprise. He was just past the battlefield when he heard howls go out from the direction of his father's pack, but they weren't voices he recognized. As he got closer he saw more and more wolves filing into the territory and he raised a curious brow. Someone was finally coming to stake a claim on the dying pack then? He was honestly surprised it had taken this long. He trotted over to where the others had gathered, looking around for any familiar faces. They all seemed to be split into two camps, either sitting behind a brown-hued woman or a purple-hued woman with some clusters of wolves sitting on the fringes. He spotted the blue-hued wolves of Onyx's family, or a few of them at least, and he moved toward them since it didn't seem like any of his family was here - not that he was all that surprised. However, before he could greet them or anything of the sort, he heard a voice calling for a mom and dad, asking if they were here, and he looked up to see his cousin lost and confused. His brow furrowed and he looked around to see if he could find his Uncle Casso anywhere and didn't see him. He frowned and went over to Aine, gently nudging her to bring her over to where Kirsi, Bronze, and Hauyne were sitting. "Come on, Aine, we can look for them later," he promised, sitting down next to the few Incindium wolves that had come and making sure his little cousin didn't accidentally go wandering into the fight.

Cináed Praetor