Knock Knock

There was a lot to consider with the rank of Warlord. The dynamics of the packs around him were largely unknown to him. The less he knew, the less prepared he could be. Making plans with Hazel, he grabbed his companions and set out to get to know the packs of Boreas. Leaving the pack so freshly after becoming Warlord was no easy thing, but he knew that Hazel would handle anything that came up.

His first stop was the pack that had taken territory in The Range. He believed them to be a relatively peaceful pack, and had met their alpha briefly when he had searched for his father. Now, he needed to know a little more. He approached the border, and came to a stop a respectful distance from him. He raised his head, and called out for its Alpha.


"Basilisk Fatalis"