Good Day To You, Young Sir.

N/A · 04-21-2015, 04:51 PM

The aging gentleman had taken a small trip away from Abaven, just a small leave to take time to get to know the alphas of one of the other packs. He would eventually go around to them all, to know Bass' allies, to understand what their enemies were. He would come to know and appreciate each standing that the Azat of Abaven had set in place before him. Allen would move with purpose, head held high and mind working as he first headed south. He knew many of the packs in the East were already in good standing with Abaven -- Fiori, Threar, and Ebony. So that meant that they were of lesser concerns. What he wanted to know was more about the packs that lurked within the other territories.

It was when he came close to the borders of the beach that he would scent the first pack he would come to visit. Allen would pause, taking his head back and giving out one of his powerful howls for the alpha alone to answer. He knew not who owned this pack, but it was high time to find out. The man would lower his head as he finished. Now came the waiting period. Long or short, he looked forward to seeing who arrived.

"Hear Me Talk,"
'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

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