It certainly wouldn't be the first peace treaty offered to Ludicael as of late, they were seeming rather popular. They were certainly better than the alternative however, he didn't seek trouble with others ever but with children on the way he wasn't looking for it now. Of course though as the strange call sounded at the borders, the Author had no way of knowing it was yet another high ranking member from another pack seeking peace. And for that reason as he made his own way over to investigate, he would hope his wife would have the sense to steer clear. Any fights on the borders of a pack were rather foolish of course though he wasn't about to take any chances. Fortunately as he arrived at the borders there was no sign of Novel, and Dutiron alone would step forth to greet the strange female he found. "Greetings, I am Dutiron, Author of Ludicael. What brings you to our lands?" It was now he would take note of the pack scent that she carried, as for which pack she belonged to however, all Dutiron could safely assume was that she wasn't part of Abaven, Ebony or Glaciem.
