Stone Circle A message from the king

@Valette ! :)

The Count had instructed the Woodward to leave to their allies, Easthollow, due to the new member joining and giving them a bit of a heads up on a hostile group of wolves. Ira was quick to jump on this insight for it was known that this pack was near Easthollow where the Count's family resided and Connor was more than willing to accept this task. The titan had taken a quick leave but of course, he informed Moonshadow where he would be and he counted on Howl to protect Moon and the children while he was gone.

It took a while for the man to get to the borders of Easthollow, there were many mountains, traitorous Earth that he had to overcome but his heart and determination are what got him through the journey. As his paws entered the Valley, he made sure to make haste for he had been in this area before and has been to the borders of this pack before. He was curious to see if Vespera will be the one to greet him once again but he would prefer it if he was to meet the leader so that he could finish the mission quickly.

Striding up the hill like a man on a mission, the smell of Easthollow came into his nostrils and the sense of accomplishment swirled in his chest, he finally made it. Connor's gait was smooth and quick as he made his way toward the edge of the border and stopped just before the scent marker as to respect that he was to not freely tread on their land. Rearing up his head, he let out a summoning howl that was long and deep so that his presence may be known to the wolves that resided there, and hopefully, he could get a response quickly.

nabbing for tradesies; kove will be skippable once leadership pops in

Stubborn as a mule, the elderly Inuk refused to give up tending to the borders entirely; he accepted the fact that he could not do as much as before and was thus forced to pace himself, as the trade off. So when an unknown voice was heard, Kove responded to the call.

There was a notable stiffness to his joints as he approached the stranger, accompanied by a limp that could not be pinpointed to any set limb—perhaps it travelled between them all. Age-induced muscle wasting left a few ribs and his hips fairly visible, even through his coat, which was also far thinner than it’d ever been before. But there was a light in his eyes still, a determination to greet the other wolf, at the very least. And whilst his movements were slow overall, he still reached the lone male, leaving just a handful of meters between them. “What is your business here?” he asked first, direct; the shorter he kept things, he realised the less likely he was to forget their location and return to his mother tongue.