Some time had passed since he had heard the call from the lands bordering Secretua on the south. The band of wolves that lived on the beach had finally made their claim official and were now a pack, next door neighbors to Rune and his family. It should have been concerning news to the guarded, paranoid Secretuan leader, but so far Rune was unconcerned. True to their word, the Elementas family had stayed on their side of the border and had caused no trouble or discomfort to the pack they lived beside. In fact, they were something like the perfect neighbors to Rune because of their quiet, peaceable ways, and congratulations on their establishment was in order now that the chaos of the first few weeks was behind them.
The Guardian traveled through the open grasses of the Prairie toward the pack land's southern border, and still on his side of the scent marker that mingled both the scents of Secretua and of their neighbors he stopped. Pale, frosty blue eyes surveyed the stretch of land that stood as the beginning of the seaside territory, spying no neighbor wolves yet but their scent was still strong. They were taking no chances in demonstrating their claim. With an impressed huff, Rune tipped his head back and howled for the inhabitants of this new pack. There was a hope in him that the giant blue wolf would be the one to greet him - after all, a familiar face would have made the easiest welcome - but he was curious whether none of the others would come to inspect their unexpected visitor.
