Asking around

Basilisk approaches the pack borders with a great deal of trepidation. For an heir, he hadn't played as much effort into learning the packs as he perhaps could. He knew their allies well enough, and their enemies of course. But packs like this one didn't even have a name to place before it in his mind.


But he wasn't backing down now. He was on a mission. He would approach every pack he could, he would sweep every corner of the world until he figured out what the hell had happened to his dad. Azure was a prominent figure of the Armada. Why wasn't everyone searching for him? Pushing back the anger, he stopped at the border. Placing himself at a polite distance from it before raising his head and howling to its alpha.