Zalen is coming to request a prosthetic arm be made for Noah. Sunny would be good to have here, and/or anyone who has a character who might be able to make such a thing. Example: http://www.asme.org/getmedia/5f577bc9-0f06....aspx?width=680
The sable Alpha had left the threshold of his borders just as the sun was beginning to set, and his mind was filled with the prospect of the long journey ahead. He knew it would take him all night and perhaps most of the day to reach the pack to the far south, but he had a mission, a very specific mission, to accomplish. Therefore, he had said his goodbyes to his radiant mate and his wonderful pack-mates and set out, promising that he would return in no more than three days.
He kept up a decent pace the entire night, the stars and moon the only light to guide him. It was best that he travel in the dark, especially considering the two packs he would be passing close to. He had taken the secret pass through the mountains which opened up onto flat ground at the mouth of the Pictou river, just mere miles from Salsola lands. He was very cautious here, he didn’t not want a run in with any of the Thistle Kingdom’s vile inhabitants.
He was a little more comfortable when passing by Inferni, for he held no fear of them anymore, and did not get so close to their borders that he would have to be wary of running into any of them, though at times he believed he could catch the glimmering of moonlit skulls in the distance.
By the time he passed through the Dampwoods, his old home, the sun was beginning to rise, but fatigue had not yet come to him. It was a physical gift that the New Dawn Alpha had always possessed; he did not tire easily.
Soon, with the sun now higher in the sky, but it not yet being noon, Zalen found himself traveling through the expanse between Casa di Cavalieri and Cercatori d’Arte, his destination. He was surprised that he had come so far in such a relatively short time, but he had been lucky that he had not run into anyone that might heed him in his journey. Then, as the earth began to warm from the misty morning, the smell of the pack borders came to his nostrils.
He hesitated and breathed in deeply; the last time he had been here was to meet with Titania, before they had even coupled. It brought back good memories, but it also reminded him of what Orin had told him when she had come to visit many moons ago. Cercatori was not as safe as it once was, so he had to be cautious. But the artisans here were the only ones he could think of that could do what he needed done, so he raised his maw to the heavens and called out for assistance.
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