Though they had been anything but close it was't like Scorpion to forget someone, he had no doubt that the male before him hardly knew who he was or remembered any of their brief encounters. It was quite amusing how the tables had turned, and the smirk that was written as plain as day across Scorpions muzzle would paint that picture. "You have left Uroril then. Tell me, is the place in shambles now?" He would grin, of course there was really no one left. "Of course. Everyone's dead and those that mattered left." It was like describing an old carcass that was nothing but bones. "What has happened to Seracia, the previous pack to claim these lands." Brows would furrow at the next question, Seracia? He had no idea. "Gone I presume. I hear Viridiana was practically fighting for a ghost pack." There had been hardly any members left of the original Seracia.
