Blacktail Deer Plateau If you want to change the world, go home and love your family

The light of the morning sun gleamed across the horizon, slowly rising over the snow caped mountains that forever towered proudly in the distance. It was a beautiful sight to behold and today, the brute found himself quietly admiring the sunrise as its warm glow gradually descended upon the cold world below. A brief moment passed and the brute looked away from the glistening peaks, averting his attention away from the pretty view and back to more important things, such as the borders he patrolled. With a duty to uphold, Sylvas began to move carefully along the western fringes of the territory, the mercenary stopping at the occasional tree or bush to urinate, leaving a warning to outsiders that these lands were claimed by the family of Morningside.

Family. He hadn't been much of a family member lately, this the man knew or rather thought, having kept himself away from the others to lurk in the shadows, forever marking the borders, day and night. Remaining elusive to those he held dear and even the new. Since the pack's ever expanding flux of members, Sylvas was aware that now, there were many faces within the ranks that he was yet to properly introduce himself to. Especially to the many that had stayed and had managed to rise in the ranks, one being a leader in paticular. He may know of their names, but other then their names - he didn't know much else about them – and this wasn't acceptable. Things had to change, he had to change. Sylvas had heard that his daughter, Sorrel and even his sister, Sybella had arrived at the borders and were living amongst the pack and had been for some time now. But still he had remained in the darkness, watching from the sidelines - but no longer could he linger in the background, remaining elusive to the rest of the growing family. 

The brown hued male added his last mark to the nearest shrub, back paws quickly kicking at the dirt till the bulky man decided to turn, paws guiding him northward and in the direction of the rendezvous site. It was a place of meeting and a spot close to the heart of the territory, and surely where other members of the pack could be found. At least that's what Sylvas hoped as a messy tail thrashed behind him, his quick pace slowing into a walk as light pants escaped his tanned muzzle. The large and rather high mound could be seen just up ahead and Sylvas gradually ceased in his approach, allowing his golden eyes to glance around at the sun-kissed land.