Tormented Tarns slipping away

Zephyr was doing what Zephyr did best: adventure. The massive ebony wolf walked with his usual bouncy, happy gait towards.... Well, who knows. He was, in his head, scoping out territory in his free time. If he wanted to be an alpha one day without usurping Sen and Depp, he would need his own lands! Of course that time was likely still a time away, but it was good to be prepared. He was nearing Sawtooth Spire, decently far from his own Sanctuary, but obviously not too worried about being away. It was normal for him to be gone for a day or two, but so far this was his furthest journey away from Seadog since he'd joined the dark alphas. A scent came to him, and immediately he wagged his tail. Perhaps he would make new friends? New friends meant the possibility of new wolves to follow him one day, could he make them see he was a fit leader.