The pack had officially moved back to their original home of Whitefish River. An area Howl had overlooked many times during his days atop the Blacktail Deer Plateau. In comparison to the Plains, it was plentiful with water and possessed a scattering of trees Howl much prefer to any other biome.

The fact that he still resided within the pack was a bit of a shock for him. Ira and he had originally spoken about him assisting the pack in its move and nothing more. And yet here he was still calling such a place home. It felt weird thinking of it as temporary, which he had thought prior to the move. But it also didn't feel permanent. His rank had risen to one of noble standing but as the pack traveled he saw so many faces that he could not recognize. All their scents had become familiar to him over his time spent at the boarders but he felt that wasn't enough. The ranks within this pack were strongly trade based allowing him to move up as an old chap with previous experience. But he felt wrong possessing such a rank without also sustaining some level of leadership or reputation among the other members. 

Seeking to change this he went on patrol, only this time of the inner regions of the territory conversely to his normal border refreshing. It was time to get his name and face out there to the others of the pack. Following the river's edge, he soon came across a browned and tan male approaching the bank.  "Good day" he nodded his head in greeting at the male's attention. "I don't believe you and I have had a proper introduction. My name is Howl." he greeted.

The males dipped his head and introduced himself as Emrik. Howl could sense a touch of submission within the males greeting. He wasn't sure if it was due to his rank, usual demeanor or attempt to be more welcoming so Howl thought to pay little mind to it at the moment. "I'm doing quite alright. Still trying to gain my bearings along this river. I've seen it overhead several times but far less at eye level." 

Now up close Howl had a chance to see a few of Emrik's healing injuries and thought for sure there would be a story behind them. He had a bit of a problem asking such questions boldly, but it was very like him to speak his mind urgently about things that piqued his interest. "And yourself, how are you doing?" he asked gesturing to his injuries. As he walked over to the rivers edge Howl couldn't see any distinctive signs of a limp or discomfort from Emrik causing him to assume such injuries were likely thoroughly healed.

Howl's assumptions were confirmed and Emrik referenced a hole while gesturing in the direction of a frequently used hunting trail. A good thing to know, as stepping into a sizable hole in the middle of chasing could be detrimental not only to the catch but to the runner as well, which may have been what happened to Emrik. Something that could hopefully be prevented if word got around.

When asked if he lived in the mountains, Howl understood where the question came from given his previous response. "Sorta. I lived on the plateau over there." he said gesturing to the visible plateau. "Not sure if that would classify as mountains." he remarked casually with a smile.