He hadn't really left the pack lands since they moved to these lands. He wasn't sure what to do himself since his mother passed away, and since he didn't know who his dad was, (nor had he really thought about him), he had remained in the pack lands getting accustomed to his new surroundings. It was different here than in Auster...this continent seemed so much bigger than Auster, but what drew him the most was already he could tell there were more packs here compared to Auster. Then again, he was sure the empire had been the only pack standing there, but once they moved here they had neighbors. He hadn't gone to see who they were. Not sure if he really cared to know who they were. They weren't Abraxas, so he doubted they were anything to sneeze at. The raven pelted boy took off opposite the direction of the other pack and headed to the nearby prairie, dual-toned eyes of blue on the lookout for prey or...anything, really. He didn't know what to expect out here. Iroh was always more of the social type compared to him but lately his brother had been distant since Malleus' death and Pyrhhic stepping down. It didn't really phase Zagan though. Eligos was just as good, wasn't he? He was the former alpha's brother after all. What was the difference?

Banshee bounded through the prairie with curious eyes and flowing fur. She scanned the region with each stride and aimed to maintain calm breathing. As of late she would usually remain within pack lands but she felt the need to get out. To meet others and explore a tad bit. Banshee was usually posted with patrols and tending to the garden. She felt obligated to stay close to the pack lands due to the influx of offspring both in Ashen and it's Armada. Ban was aware of her father's new litter and despite her distaste for the man she didn't want anything bad to happen to her new siblings. Even if she had dismissed the Klein name they were still her blood. After some time Banshee found herself in the midst of a stranger. Blue eyes feasted upon the sight of a midnight pelt. There was something immediately familiar about the male before her. The inky features of his face resembled Iroh's as well as the scent lingering in the air. Maybe this is a sibling or relative. - After a few moments of observation Banshee trotted forth to greet him, "Hello." Strides stopped as she reached a polite distance from the male. "Are you an Abraxas?" ""

The midnight furred boy walked stealthily across the prairie, checking holes and warrens for signs of prey. He had briefly picked up a rabbit trail earlier, but a hawk had taken it before he could get close. He loped off to try and pick up another trail, all the while getting distracted by thoughts of his family. His mother, his brother...he often wondered if he might have been able to save her if he'd taken up a healer's path, but he was by no means a healer. He knew about herbs and what some of them could do thanks to his mom. Especially the poison kind...but he knew he could never be a healer. He didn't have that mentality to help others, let alone be social with them. Could he do it for his own blood? Perhaps. But if he came across a stranger outside of the Abraxas blood? He was likely to just let them bleed to death. "Hello." He was jolted from his thoughts at the sound of a voice. Feminine. Unknown. He looked up to find a yearling girl, tall, slender...attractive even. Though perhaps he thought that last part quite quickly because he couldn't exactly call his cousins attractive...that would be strange, right?

"Are you an Abraxas?" His gaze remained on her, wondering how she knew. Had she met one of his family members? His brother? Eli? He didn't say anything for a long while as he studied her. But he was curious how she knew about them..."Who wants to know?" He said gruffly, remaining on guard just in case this was some weird trick. He had never really come in contact with others outside of his own, so he didn't know what to expect.

Her initial question was met with an understandable amount of hesitation. The large male eyed her a bit before offering his own question. Banshee allowed her cool gaze to sweep over him as her facial expression remained rather neutral. Perhaps the smallest of grins played at her lips. As they stood there she could conclude that this stranger must be related to Iroh on some way. Their resemblance was uncanny and the scent told her they were of the same pack at the least. After only a moment Banshee lifted her feminine vocals into the cool autumn air. "I am Banshee of the Ashen Armada." Her tail swished with obvious pride before she continued on. "You look incredibly similar to my friend Iroh." Best friend at that. "Plus, Ashen is littered with Abraxas. You all seem have those mottled markings beneath the eyes." Venom, Iroh, Archon, and the rest. - Banshee raised a brow, "Why are you so defensive about it?" Banshee may have dismissed her Klein name but she was proud of her strong bloodline nontheless. But, for all she knew the stranger could just look an awful lot like an Abraxas and may not even be one. ""