Neverwinter Forest Die hard

Cameo

FitzDutiful had watched his favourite son make his way down the side of the mountain towards the forest. He wondered whether the young beta was going to treaty or to harass. The pack may have been more for peace than war but FitzDutiful was not happy with them being so close and still wanted to run them off. Still, they needed to do this smartly for they couldn't bring an all out war upon themselves now. Maybe the could just delay the inevitable. Following, he watched from afar as Mason skirted their borders, putting the scent of Silvertip close to their own. He smiled to see it, then the howl went up freezing his smile in place. FitzDutiful kept low, he was protected by rocks and aimed to be out of sight; Mason had gone further in though whether he had crossed the border, the father couldn't tell.

Mason burst from the trees, into clearer view and across into Silvertip lands followed closing by the want to be alpha and a new male. That made four members of that pack, the count was still pitifully but Zaria had warned him not to underestimate them. Maybe they had more that stayed inland.

He stayed hidden, waiting to see if they stepped over their own borders and began an assault on his lands.