Friendly visit

There before he was a large forest Alaric had never seen before, dense and thick. The smell of the pack was strong, he was at their borders. Well, standing outside of the borders. His cane corsos Maul and Cinder stood beside him. At his feet, laid a slain doe. It was freshly killed, still slightly warm. He hoped it showed he was here on good faith, with no hidden intentions. Alaric cleared his throat and lifted this head towards the sky. He let out a summoning howl for the leader of the pack. The howl was neutral, lacking any indicators of malice or challenge. He had come on friendly terms. He had one goal in mind: find out who ruled this forest, these lands, and get to know them. He waited patiently for a response, not daring to cross over entirely into the territory.