Part of his duty as a druid was to foster peace between packs in the land, and to that end travel between them as a neutral party carrying news and learning to share equally among them. It was a part of his calling that he generally enjoyed. In the time he spent away from each pack as he traveled to the others, things changed, time always wearing away at things and reinventing them so that it was nearly new again when next he visited.
So as he set out to acquaint himself with the packs in this new land it was with a jaunty step and a cheerful song, moving at a fast clip toward the nearest of the packs. The song faded and the jaunty turned to caution as he moved closer to the lands claimed by the pack. A thoughtful hrmm vibrated his chest when he came to a stop at the scent marked border. He peered into the misty forest, eyes squinting to try to see anything. Well, no sense putting it off.
Raising his nose to the sky Bard sang out a long clear note, a pleasant and polite request for someone to come to the border. The howl was muffled by the mist, but it traveled far enough, he was sure, and he settled himself to wait, amusing himself by running through the history of his homeland from the farthest reaches of their oral histories, by pack. It could, after all, be a long wait, and even his memory could use refreshing.
