He had taken a day out of the pack lands, away from the hotter western climate to do some scouting. What was he scouting? Well anything really, making sure no new packs had sprouted without their knowledge or of any new prey herds that started to move in on the area. He felt the need to get away from the pack for a bit, to try and sort out his emotions over Dust's disappearance. Maybe he would even find her while he was out scouting? He was hoping so because he was worried sick over her. He knew the last time he had seen her she was taking a trip to gather some herbs, but she hadn't returned and he couldn't help but fear the worse. She was never gone this long unless he would go with her.

Sighing the male picked up his pace keeping his eyes and ears open for anything new or interesting. With Jewell's litter the pack was growing and he was thinking it would soon be time to rally a pack hunt together. Training would also soon need to start for the kids so that they could be prepared for the next few years in their lives and figure out where they wanted to go in the pack.

Ashiel waltzed gracefully into the prairie. It was a lovely autumn day in Boreas, just the right temperature in addition to being dry. Rain had been falling steadily over the canyon and the king needed a break from it. Ashiel had no plans in mind other than stretching his limbs and surveying the territories that made up the southern portion of Boreas. He knew his mother desperately wanted to hunt the bison of the south but he wasn't quite sure it was worth the trip himself but he figured he might as well see what was to be seen. Ashiel's pace slowed into a careful, intent stalking as he eyed some deer in the distance. They seemed, at first, unaware of his presence but then one caught sight of him and stood there watching him intently, its ears flicking forward before suddenly the small herd bolted. He shrugged. He was here merely to observe, not to hunt. As he continued on his way he noticed a large earthen male with white markings. Hmmm? Now what was this? He smelt of pack. Ashiel shifted his course to stride over to the stranger. "Talk" "You" Think