One land was not going to be enough for the plans that he had set out for Abaven. They needed somewhere to train, somewhere to host all of their guards as well as meet with other packs. Even though the sheer cliff could hold some danger, there was always a safe passage. There was no illusion about the safety of his new pack, they had plenty of access to fresh water and prey. And now the perfect grounds for practice. Padding through the thicket Bass once again began to mark his territory, his scent filling the unclaimed lands.
Going about matters much the same that he had in the plains, Bass sat upon his haunches and let out his claiming howl. These lands belonged to Abaven now, and anyone who wished to join his ranks were welcome to answer his song. Relaxing his neck back into its normal position, staying seated to see if anyone answered him.
