Found a Way

As they made their way out of Auster and back toward the island that would become their permanent home, Manea was determined to make the trip back a productive one. There were plenty of packs in the path between Auster and north eastern Boreas so she might as well take the time to stop and speak to them on the way. Ashen would be an easy stop and she was eager to speak to Venom again, but that stop felt a bit more predictable—more just a sharing of news than anything. The others she was less familiar with so there was sure to be interesting wolves to meet.

She approached the border of the pack that neighbored Ashen and paused, taking in the scents for a moment before she called for anyone. There was a blend of scents, but the most noticeable ones—who she assumed were the pack's alphas—had at least one that seemed vaguely familiar. Curious, she lifted her head and let out a howl for the pack's leader before settling back onto her haunches, her tail curling neatly around her haunches. The concept of negotiating pack relationships was still fairly new to her, but now that she had a proper pack and title to use it felt much easier than when she had only been peddling an idea and a dream.

"Manea Mendacium"