Rising Sun Valley Into the Depths of Our Illusion

The man gave a nod of his head, since he did know of packs. Well, one, to be more precise. Though it'd been a bit since he'd moved to the valley, he still have explored the entirety of the surrounding area. He knew not of the nearby packs, or if there even were any. All he knew of was the valley, it's location, and ways to get to it and the dark forest. “The pack I am apart of now, they are nearby,” he answered, then. The valley and the woods were to have an alliance, of sorts, so it was only logical for the mismatched wolf to be told of the pack. “We live pretty close, actually, in a valley.” It was still odd, living in the valley. Then again, he'd secretly found the dark forest odd for a bit after joining. Each land was nothing like the last, he'd come to notice, each having their own sets of pros and cons. Each had been a home, though, and were remembered as such. The lands he'd explored before settling had been very different as well, and he hoped the young Outrider was getting to see everything of the sort. “You'll be learning more and more of the lands before you know it,” Kove commented, sure of his words. Though he'd yet to see everything, he'd still seen enough to know that the boy was in for all sorts of interesting things. Exploration was always full of such things, after all. That was what made it so great and, at times, addictive.

To his question, the Inuit gave a shrug. “No clue where they went,” he said, his own curiosity piquing ever so slightly. “I never looked into it. I just know they left, and haven't seen any sign of them since.” It was almost as if they had all vanished. If not for the faint scents that had once lingered, and the fact that he'd been there when one member was enslaved, one might have suspected that the Creek wolves never even existed. They did, though, and someday the man might look into where they'd gone. For now, however, the idea disinterested him.