I am super sorry for the delay!
The pack celebration had been a hit, and he was glad that everyone had seemed to have fun. He was glad that the absence of their former King, only gone for a month now, had not seemed to bring a negative atmosphere to the party. It was something worth celebrating, and he was glad that it had gone well. Now though, the secui King found himself once again doing a patrol of the borders. He never felt like he had completed his duties as their leader if he did not do at least one patrol each day. Not one day did he take a break from this; he would not allow himself to do so.
A foreign scent reached him and he moved more quickly, recognizing the scent as being outside of the borders. That was a good thing, though he was curious to know why there was someone there. As he approached, he took in the strange-looking male, ebony fur with bizarre red markings beneath his eyes. He held himself high, curled tail resting on his back as he walked with purpose. "Hello," he said, "I am Vigilante Haskel, the King of Cour des Miracles. Is there something that I can help you with?" There did not seem to be an obvious reason.
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