Since Moonspears’ birth, Lex hasn’t really left the land.  He travels along the borders and will occasionally go into neutral territory to follow a particular scent but nonetheless he didn’t stray too far.  He wants to make sure his home is safe and protected since they were new but after a few weeks he decides to venture out with the intention of information others of their home and getting information about others, if they feel so inclined. 

Life on the mountain had gotten easier, patrolling the borders gave him a good layout of his land and his legs aren’t nearly as tired as they ascend and descend the mountain.  The perseverance paid itself off with strength.

He heads south, aimlessly wandering until he catches wind of strong scent markers and definite borders of another pack, another mountain.  He keeps his distance, safely, and adjusts his posture to show he means no harm should he run into anyone before he’s ready to call.  With his tail low, lazily waving bath and forth, he moves along the border as he builds up his courage for the call.  

Lex lifts his nose and calls for anyone in the area, gentle and nonthreatening, he hopes, and when he finishes he takes several steps back to his distance respectful.

Lex didn’t mind waiting, but this is new to him.  He didn’t frequent other packs often but his old him, he knew everyone within a wide radius, but here he knew no one.  This one he suspected, based on Wildfire’s direction, Redhawk Caldera. He couldn’t make a bad impression of himself to a packmate’s family, even if they all weren’t in the same region.  He just doesn’t know how long he’s supposed to wait; he can’t make it look like he is stalking anyone.

When a wolf does approach, a little slow at first but Lex doesn’t voice his concern.  He does, however, take a step back when he hears the wheeze each time the other wolf takes in a breath.

“My name is Lex,” he begins, keeping his eyes carefully averted, but he kept interest into the other.  “I come from Moonspear.  The result of Stavanger Bay and the Sunspire.  I wanted to bring that information formally.”  

Oh, boy, did he feel awkward.  He rolls his shoulders, a little uneasy.  

Lex blinks a few times when the other wolf speaks and feels the urge to put a little more distance between them.  He hesitates, listening to him—or trying to in an attempt to avoid watching whatever he had—and perks to attention with Wildfire’s name is mentioned.  He recalls her fondly and offers a smile in return.

“I’ve met Wildfire.  She’s got potential,” he tells the wolf but recalls hose tense Wildfire had gotten when he asked about her former home.  

His expression returns to something more neutral as he’s asked for more information about the merge.  Lex considers the question, thinks of what Charon’s advice had been:  heroes, adventures, dragons.  Elwood didn’t want to hear that.

“Their neighbors were small with the onset of the coming winter.  They agreed to merge to ensure survival.  Led together by Amekaze,” he makes an effort to listen the woman first,  “and Charon. It seems promising.”

There’s a pause before he thinks about speaking again, hoping the information he’d delivered is enough to satisfy.  There isn’t many more details Lex would be able to offer. “Is there anything you can tell me about your home?”

Lex tucks the information away, wondering how much his own leaders knew of the pack.  Wildfire had her share and if they needed anything, they could ask her.  He only has the introductory information.  It isn’t secrets he expected to fall from Elwood’s mouth, after all.  It helps him though and so far he hasn’t been able to detect any hostility from the other male based on their alliances alone.

“Do you have any significant relations with other packs you can share?” he asks.  A vague question could lead to a vague answer but Lex can’t dig for information that’s not freely his.  “And where is Blacktail Deer Plataeu?”

Perhaps his next destination.

Lex considers the information for a moment.  He hadn’t been much of the type to ally with another, neighboring next to anyone in particular.  Perhaps it had been the downfall.  Or even what caused him to last for as long as he did.  It’s an answer he’s never going to get other than what had already happened.  Elwood’s pack, though, seemed to thrive enough and for a while now, and he supposes it works differently for everyone. 

The large wolf shakes his head when the other apologizes, waving it off to no big deal.  

He shifts his weight back to his rear legs in an attempt to leave, but he’s caught up in a second thought.

“Before I go, is there anything you need me to pass along?” he asks, mostly to make sure.  Surely they had their own wolves suitable to take messages from one place to another.

Elwood offers only one message:  Tell Wildfire I said hello.  Lex nods his understanding and takes a few steps back.  “I will.  Thank you for your time, Elwood.  It has been nice to talk to you.”  His words are sincere and he’s thankful for the peaceful meeting between the two and, even if the pack didn’t ally with anyone, neutral is all he could hope for.  He didn’t want any negativity between his home and another, considering they had a mutual  relation.  

The large wolf lingers but only a moment before he turns and takes his leave.