04-13-2008, 02:36 PM
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He could smell them thick within the lands each and every time he passed the borders of Twilight Vale. Other wolves, ones from Bleeding 'Souls, regrouping and rebuilding just as his own group had done. Survivors. The thought had crossed his mind on numerous occasions, wondering who all would survive and turn up here, who all would do just the same as them. The young leader had been considering it for a few days now, traveling to the new packs to greet them, to try and see who all had made it out and banned together. The sun had just barely made it over the horizon when the hybrid had decided to leave his own lands, setting out across still unknown territories to follow the scents to other pack lands. He'd decided to start with the lands closest to his own, which ended up being much farther away than he thought. It was easy to find their lands though, simply following the scents that always seemed to be grouped until the point that he met up with a scent border. He stopped just outside the border, of course, and observed the lands for a quiet moment. Conri hoped beyond all things that his plans would work out the way that he meant them to. By visiting the other packs he could possibly find out who all was there, to let them know who all he had with them, and perhaps get a better understanding of everyone who had turned up so far. That and perhaps make his own pack's intentions known. They weren't looking for any enemies. Lifting his head to the air, the unshifted male let out a call, hopefully summoning one of the Leaders to him with it. |