They were nearing the end of their weeks-long meet and greet now with only two pack borders left unvisited. Sol and Khonsu were growing exhausted with the near constant travelling and were growing eager to find a home and claim a place in this world for themselves. Auster's weather was at least much more palatable then Boreas', and the downtime between pack visits was spent in relative warmth.

Coming up upon a creek, they encountered their next border. Khonsu sighed and gestured with his head for his brother to go ahead, prompting the cobalt eyed wolf to tip back his head and howl a polite call. They wished to hear from a resident of this land what this pack was like and what sort of individual might fit in here.


Sol & Khonsu

After her visit to the Hallows, Bellamy returned home and chose to stick around Ethne, perhaps for the remainder of Auster’s Summer. She hadn’t fully decided if she would be making another trip before then, but with the end of the season approaching and her intent to have the pack get together for a meet and greet. She had also decided that to avoid confusing her members, she would follow Auster’s “seasons” when holding festivals or events. There was also the fact that in order to have some of these events her pack would need to plan, prepare, and send out invites, and for the festival that would have been coming up, well… she had done nothing to plan for it on a grander scale. The Sweethearts Festival would have to wait for now, and perhaps that was for the better. Preparing such a large-scale event with only a couple of adults would have been quite the task if they could have done it at all. And what if the packs they were friendly with didn’t show? Then it would be for nothing… Maybe she was overthinking things. That wouldn’t be surprising though, considering the older woman did that pretty often. Especially in her younger years, but now that she was an alpha she had to be even more careful about the decisions she made or what she did. Every action could affect Ethne, and her family… and with that knowledge, Bells had become hyper-aware of what she did. She wanted to not only do the right thing for the creatures she cared for but also help make their lives a bit better. Wasn’t that her job? Her duty? To make life not just liveable, but comfortable as well? When a call arose at Ethne’s borders Bellamy lifted her head and perked her ears curiously. It did not necessarily sound like a joining call, but the last wolf that appeared at her borders had been none other than the Warlord of the Armada himself. Who would be the stranger who called for her today? What sort of meeting would they have? Bellamy rose to her paws and, without further ado, took off for the borders of Cattail Creek. Bellamy would not slow until she was within speaking distance of the stranger. They were unique, and that was putting things lightly for certain. The fur of their coat was noticeably thicker, though the coloration wasn’t anything abnormal compared to other wolves of the lands they were in now, or even Lyenne. Their paws were different, more akin to something she’d expect to see on a primate perhaps? They looked useful, however, especially when it came to the aspect of crafting. But the most interesting and unique part of the stranger was something she had never seen before in any other creature. The wolf, or wolves? that stood before her didn’t have one head, but two. There was a light to all four of their eyes though, and Bellamy’s own gaze held a shine of curiosity. Even Gav had admitted to having met another winged wolf… but a creature with two heads? This was new. Bellamy offered them a welcoming smile. “Greetings and welcome. You stand at the borders of Ethne. I am the Leader of the pack, Bellamy of Foi. What can I do for you both?” "Speech" 'Thought.'