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Muahaha, I'm going to be the first one to say hi to you guys, kay?! Dawali's intention was to visit DDM, travelling along the shoreline'ish, and came across some scents he had not noticed before, hence halting to camp nearby and see if his presence draws any attention. He is outside borders, but the fire and his scent is probably detectable from along your borders, or something like that.
Belle rested, or whatever it was she did when she stood perfectly still, where he had tied her up by a nearby tree trunk. Some fallen trees were just made for securing horses, it seemed. He made use of her increasingly lately, and he didn't know whether it was because he was too lazy to walk himself, or because he found comfort in bringing another living being along. She certainly provided some amount of comfort for the treks when he planned to be sleeping outside packlands at least one night, or perhaps two. This time, the Chief and his horse of choice had been headed towards Dahlia de Mai, but curiosity had gotten the better of him along the way. He sat now and gazed into the fire, dusk soon making it a primary source of light around his camp, and pondered on what was going on. He had moved off the path he ususally used when traveling north, when he noticed scent patterns that had not been there previously, and though he had no intention of trespassing, he was not able to move on, either. So there the curious Chief sat, after having set up camp and devoured a piece of the fish he'd brought along for the trip, and he waited. He could have howled, but he was uncertain. If this was indeed a new pack, he daren't make an impatient impression on them. Not a pack so close to their own territories. It was vital to stay on good terms with one's neighbours.