Way Up North

It had not been long since he became in charge of his own pack, but he had still gathered more than enough information about all the packs that called Alacrita their home. He knew that he would have a good relationship with Ludicael, it was led by his grandparents. He had heard that Glaciem had just had a battle for leadership, but that the old ruling queen at won, interesting. Maybe she would be in need of his services to help aid in their pack protection. With a smirk set on his maw he made the journey to her lands, being wary of their borders. He didn't want to cause any trouble, just to shake hands and be friends.

The brute stood just behind their boarder markers, keeping a respectful distance. The young alpha tipped his head back and let his call for the rulers of these cold, bitter lands. He was sure to leave the demanding tone from his voice, making it an open call asking for her to join him. They would have much to discuss, that was for sure. After his song was sung, Bass lowered his haunches to the earth and calmly wrapped his tail around his ivory paws, having all the patience in the world for this meeting. The cold snow bit into his ivory pelt, but he paid little attention to it. Thankfully his winter coat was thick and full, the chill of winter did little to affect him.