Arrow Lake first confluence

Amsu was very nervous as he glanced between the two wolves, listening to their words. He had hoped, perhaps naïvely, that they would simply allow him to be neighbors with them without a second thought. It would not be so easy. He thought very hard about his answers to Ketzia’s worries. He understood them from a logistical standpoint and was determined to make sure that Stigmata and she knew that he did not intend to steal resources. His would be a sanctuary pack, not one full of piracy.

“Amsu was hoping to become allies with this pack,” he began, gesturing towards the rest of Stigmata’s territory. “This way, your wolves may pass through the Canyon if they need to without suspicion. Amsu is not looking to steal resources from anyone. He knows what hard living is. Before coming here, he lived in a desert, a place much like the canyon. He does not need much to survive.” The golden wolf paused, trying to find anything else to say to assuage their worries. “Amsu hopes to create a sanctuary pack, a place of welcome, not of strict borders. Amsu… He came from a place of war, and left to create a place of peace.” The male sighed, shaking his head. There was nothing else he could say. If this was not enough, then nothing would be.