Wanderlust Guide Us

The elder's determined gaze softened as he watched Tahlia give Kailos a lick, spending a moment watching their two newest pups feed their troubles and aches away from a journey they were far too young for. Bane sharply exhaled the caught breath in his lungs. Moutains. He'd forgotten what it was like to be in the shadows of a range of them. The wind in the trees and the stale air of altitude. A leopardess he'd met long ago would feel right at home around here.
His remaining eye glanced around, finding a black wolf rapidly approaching them. The wolf was missing the fur on the side of his face, and Bane couldn't help but reflect to a time in his younger years when he used to look somewhat like that. The strangers scent, Vaughan was his name, reeked of wolves. The pack of Ebony. Nako?came up to his fathers side, fully grown and just as weary as Bane was about this stranger in front of them. "A rather blunt and assuming fellow aren't you sir?"

Bane nudged the yearling on the side of the maw who glared back at him as if to ask 'what, its true and you know it'. The elder wolf tilted his head slightly and gave his son a stern gaze. His attention returned to the pack wolf. "My name is Bane, and while I can only offer knowledge of years past and forgotten to Ebony, my offspring and mate have learned a variety of skills as we survive our constant displacement." Bane sat himself down next to Tahlia and gave her a assured nuzzle. "As for the two little ones they are Kailos and Lior. And it is my hope they fit in well here once grown." He'd let Tahlia say a few words about this, ask questions to calm her fears and worries if she had any. The pale wolf gave his mate a nuzzle between the ears and hoped this blunt wolf would let them call this unknown pack their home.