It had been quite some time since the black furred woman left the packlands. She had become a bit more social than she usually was, and, slowly, the female was starting to feel like she might eventually become something that the pack could look to as a value. But even as she moved in the shadows, watching over Tahlia and the pups, the female kept getting this nagging feeling to go check on Bane.
The femme had gathered that Bane wasn't too far from Seracia's borders. Why would he be when he had a family so close? It was time to track him down. So that day she left Sercacia, heading for the river. It seemed a likely place for the brute to set up camp. It would give him the basic needs of water, and where there was water there would be prey. One paw in front of the other crunched the crisp white snow as Des made her path.
When Destruction picked up on Bane's scent a small smile came to her face. There was Bane, sure enough. The brute was getting on in years, but Destruction didn't doubt that he would be around for a while yet. She approached his camp in an open way, crimson rimmed orbs falling upon his scarred body. A warm smile would spread across her face at the lonely call, and once she was just a short distance away the femme spoke. "My my, Bane. Sounds like you could use a little company." The femme's tail gave a slow wag, happy to see him.