Wandering down through the north after his herd, Mikkal was surprised to be stopped by a border marker. There hadn't been a pack up here in the north for quite some time. He had grown used to wandering without being fenced out. Borders had always been vaguely disturbing to him, the thought that anyone would want to stay in one spot and keep all others out, as though they could somehow own the very ground they tread upon. To never know if you could find a meal because you could not control whether the herds chose to happen to wander through those particular boundaries. Unfortunately some of his herd HAD chosen to wander through these particular boundaries, and Mikkal sniffed at the scent markers with resignation and worry. Assuming they hadn't been eaten, it would be difficult at best to know where the young bachelor group would come back out or when, and he would lose track of their path likely until the herd came back together later in the year.

Maybe this pack would be willing to allow him within their borders to check the herds?

Previous experience with packs had not given the impression that they were ever really inclined to be reasonable but Mikkal was nothing if not optimistic. As the thought occurred to him his crestfallen expression immediately brightened, and he did not stop to consider before he raised his muzzle and called out to the pack. Tail waving quite happily, he waited there on that border for an answer to his call.

Now this territory was one she had yet to truly explore. Dauntless was expanding quickly despite it's small size and they had recently claimed the Mile-High Woods. Naudir had taken the opportunity to familiarize herself with this new land. The snowfall here was less thanks to the shelter provided by the strange maze of twisting, twining trees and she took it upon herself to document the resources available to the pack. Above her her ravens perched and bickered before taking off into the sky as she moved along the ground below. She wasn't on patrol necessarily, more satisfying her curiosity when a howl caught her attention.

Was it someone wishing to join? The call seemed friendly enough though it was always difficult to tell. She was certain Tyrannis was already on his way to take care of it but she moved to answer the call as well, just in case. She came across a tall man a few years her senior and she dipped her head in greeting. "Where do you hail from stranger? What brings you to the borders of Dauntless?"

The Lightning King was more than a little surprised, and to an extent impressed, that he was not the first to answer the call. He hadn’t had a chance to speak to the mystic woman who claimed to know the mysteries of the land he had taken as his home, but he admired her initiative. The male standing at the borders was a stranger, and although he appeared friendly, Tyranis kept an air of caution around him a he approached. Naudir had already taken the liberty of asking what the male’s business with his pack was and now awaited a response. Curiously the male smelled heavily of prey animal, but not blood. How that was at all possible vexed him. He couldn’t be a hunter, but then what was he? Speech, Thought, You