Heron Lake Plateau the way the hunter

*yeets this blackthorn boo towards u*

since his meeting with kiwi and the affirmation that there were, indeed, a lot of blackthorns wandering around the wilds ailill sets out in an effort to find them. some of them. one of them, even. having a family as large and impressive as ailill's own tends to make one a bit of a family man; there was a certain pride attached to it and a want to find that of his own kin. frog'd set out so many years ago ( long before ailill was born ) and numerous of his older siblings, including one of his own littermates jackalope had made their way to these wilds. trying to track them all down would be a task but he figures he has to start somewhere. it's this determination that ultimately drives him towards the borders of the redhawks ( though he doesn't know their pack name ). he ensures there's more than an amicable and respectful distance between their scent markers and his body before he tips his head back and lets out a short call to announce his presence on their borders.