An interesting predicament

Existence north of Fenrir’s Maw within the Polar Sound had been calm for awhile. Free to tend to the reindeer herd and provide them with ample grazing grounds, Delphi hadn’t thought to bring them in closer to their lands. Why would she? Everything had been quiet, perhaps a little too quiet.

She hadn’t been crowned alpha when it happened. A large group of wolves slinking in to claim the Polar Sound in every direction, decorating its borders with both scent and symbol. They hadn’t been given warning or time. If it hadn’t been for the reindeer rushing back to the steppe, they probably wouldn’t haven noticed until their next round of patrol.

Taking the loss with a grain of salt and herself now at the helm, Delphi moves toward The Syndicate’s borders. Their scent is clear and it makes her nose tingle. A few familiar scents linger, one of a man she’s met previous. Having recently returned from the alpha meeting down in Auster, she wonders if Artorias’ words have any truth to them.

With a bottle of mead carried by her companions, Delphi stops with ample room between herself and their ominous borders. It was clear that the statement was keep out. Tilting her chin back, she lets loose a call for the Syndicate’s leader to meet with her for a friendly chat.