Wheeling Gull Isle In the Gallows

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Massive paws thud heavily upon the ground as Blaqwynter made his way into the Wheeling Gull Isle. He had been tracking down outlaws and bringing them to justice with his own jaws or by force to drag them back to pack territories when ordered to do so upon the packs he worked with. He had been doing this for quite some time now, and it was time to bring his career to a slow down. Have the odd job here and there would be great, but not all the time anymore would be ideal. Blaqwynter wasn't much of a wolf who thrived in pack life due to the safety of any pack. It was too risky for any Bounty Hunter to live within packs as per Bounty Hunter protocol. It was also unlawful for any Bounty wolf to call at pack borders to announce their arrival, due to the fact that it could very well attract the wrong type of attention, if he were to be seeking out an outlaw, as the outlaw could be close by listening... All a Bounty had to do was explain why he'd never call out upon passage, and if any Alpha were bright enough, they'd know about the protocol. At times an Alpha got pissed off, and Blaqwynter didn't blame them for being so, as an Alpha bore rights to deny any passage for any given reason, no matter how bad an outlaw a bounty was after. However it would serve a disrespectful moral of pack dues if turned away or chased off by any pack. Blaqwynter was always sure to recall any time that he was chased off, ganged up on, or denied any access to lands while hunting for a pup killer, or any other given outlaw. It was deemed disrespectful for another. Blaqwynter was always sure to pass any turf with high regard and never hunted on those lands.

He was usually hard to locate for anyone looking for help; as he was always on the move. His name traveled far and wide, and he became a legend to little pups and stories were often told about his adventures by the Elders of packs that he had served. Blaqwynter was a highly respected and feared wolf within the regions he had traveled and worked within. Now he was in a new region, no one knew of his name, and it felt kind of nice for once.

He crossed into the isle quietly, slipping into the darkness of the shadows, blending in like a stealth bomber at flight. He sniffed the air scenting the territory had already been claimed, he could tell the pack was a smaller pack, and the scent of a female Alpha ruled the pack. The scent seemed familiar though, and he racked his brain to see if he could guess who the Alphess was. It took him a few moments to realize it had been his distant relative (niece) Ypres.