Dutiron had planned on visiting the surrounding packs for himself at some point though the epidemic, his grandson's death, his daughter's strange behaviour and his wife's pregnancy as of late had left the man a little reluctant to leave for any length of time. Fortunately it seemed that the other alphas were still interested in meetings of their own, first Katja and now another call would sound, not that the man was aware it was the Queen of Glaciem currently at his borders, for all he knew from this distance it could have simply been a rogue, one not so easily led by Novella's sudden bad influence.
He would make his way towards the sound to investigate and soon enough mismatched eyes would see the one responsible for calling him. Now closer he could assume from her scent that she was at least part of a pack though not very well travelled in Alacritia certainly couldn't hazard a guess at which one. "Greetings. I am Dutiron, Author of Ludicael, what brings you to our borders today?"
