Majesty was overtaken by wanderlust yet again. He did his rounds on the Isle, went hunting to fill the caches, climbed the cliffs on the west side of the island and ate a few eggs for breakfast, took a long drink of water from the inlet near his denning site, and then he was off. Because he was nearly always leaving the island in the morning, he never really had to worry about the sandbar being submerged past his mid-legs. He looked up at the sky. The temperature was fairly hot already, and it was partly cloudy out. There was barely any breeze, which meant that if it didn't pick up soon, it would definitely be hot today. However, even with the threat of being hot hanging over his head, he still had the urge to go for a run.

Majesty tried to pick a direction he had never really been in before. He ended up following his side of the Totoka River into the Ravensblood Forest, making sure to steer clear of Horizon Ridge's borders, and came out the other side unscathed. He made sure he was well-past the packlands before he turned and met up with the Whitefish River. It was here that he noticed the river was bordering a plateau. He stared up at it, and noted that there seemed to be a forest up there. He also faintly smelled a mix of male and female wolves. A lot of them. Which meant a pack. Hoping he wasn't trespassing, as the river was technically neutral territory, he continued on, running along the river, with the shadow of the plateau at his side.

The day was getting progressively hotter, and soon enough Majesty felt thirsty. Since the plateau was at least a few miles long, he was still in its shadow when he took a break. The wind had picked up since that morning, and now the leaves on the trees made a pleasant rustling sound as the breeze swept across them. This only helped to cool him a little, though. He approached the river and bent his head to take a drink, not yet aware of the male wolf on the other side who was watching him.

After a long draft of water, the heat of the day pushed Majesty's large, chocolate-furred body into the river in an attempt to cool off a bit more. He stayed at its banks and lay down, letting the small ripples wash over him and reveling in the coolness. He closed his eyes, listening to the wind and hoping it would cool down a bit later in the day. What he didn't know was that he was pushing his luck lying directly beside the border of the Blacktail Deer Plateau pack...

Majesty stood up the moment the other wolf came into view. The other male was big, with a sleek coat of black and piercing ice-blue eyes. He listened intently as the male told him to leave, a soft growl in his voice. The alpha of the Isle bowed his head slightly in respect and backed up out of the water even though he wasn't technically trespassing. Still, he would respect the other's wishes, since he knew that there was most likely a pack up on the plateau. The smell of many wolves wafted down the mountain to his nose, and there were at least a dozen scents on this wolf alone.

"Forgive me," Majesty called across the river, his sonorous voice remaining calm and respecting. "But might I ask you about your pack before I leave?" He nodded his head towards the plateau. "Up until today, I was not aware that there even was a pack up there. Is all well within?" He could not help his natural curiosity, and hoped the male wouldn't mind his questions. He asked them with the best of intentions.