If we get violent, oh yeah, we'll call it a riot

Genesis enjoyed exploring the lands around Insomnia more than he liked being in them, and not that he had anything against the pack, he just didn't like the desert. Even just a short trip east offered lush grass, clear ponds, and ample prey. He'd heard mention of claiming a nearby territory that had plenty of nice things to offer, but he was impatient. Unfortunately, he didn't expect everywhere to be so densely fogged. Every step he took was with the hope the fog would clear, but the more steps he took the more he realized he was only getting deeper within.

Barely able to see a few inches past his nose, he could hear movement near by. He expected it to be some sort of prey, but called out instead. "Who's there?"