Put That Thing Back Where It Came From Or So Help Me...

Even though they were tucked away in their own corner of Boreas where they were able to keep themselves fairly secluded from the rest of the continent, Avacyn always had her ravens scattered out around the continent, keeping an eye on things and bringing her bits of news and events. They let her know about the rash of raids that had broken out here and there with various packs, marking a sharp uptick in the fighting seemingly out of nowhere. While she didn't know if they had been preplanned raids for practice or not, she still wanted to be more cautious than usual–especially with Ikigai's new children running rampant around the island. They didn't have pups in the pack very often so she considered them very precious cargo.

Her caution kept her on the island more often than not these days and that was exactly where she was when she heard the howl coming from the direction of the land bridge. Her ears perked at the voice that felt like it should be familiar, but she couldn't quite place why she should know it. Turning away from the project she had been picking away at near the lake, Avacyn started to make her way toward the call, quickly arriving and spotting the brute that she had once known as the King of Fenmyre. Her brows lifted with surprise as as she approached him, but she still gave him a polite dip of her head in greeting all the same. "Chimera, it's good to see you again. It's been a long time," she said with a small smile, glancing at the large bag of things that he was carrying. "What brings you all the way up to our corner of the world?"

"Avacyn Medacium"