The young man knew well enough that Threar contained members of Bass' family. With a howl at Abaven's own borders, an announcement to Bass that he would be leaving for a short while, the man would slip away from the territory and go out to seek Threar's borders. He wondered what Bass' family was like, outside of those that he had already met. The gentleman wanted to meet more wolves, he had decided, from the other packs. Not just as a form of pack relations, oh no, but also just to get to know them. It wasn't as if he was getting any younger after all.
Nona still came to his mind from time to time, but he was starting to wonder if she was truly alright. If she had developed some sort of infection and now there was no way she was coming back. It broke his heart to think like that... but Allen knew sometimes there was nothing you could do, even if you loved someone.
Coming to the borders of Threar upon Fontamo Bay the aging man would tilt his head back, letting out his call for the alphas of the pack. He could only hope that they would arrive in due time, providing the Festival that Threar had held hadn't worn them out.
