Golden Glade Should I Stay or Should I Go

Would it be ok to forward date the given what happened what Athan did to Dawson?

The strigoi was vaguely aware of the presence of packs. He knew better than to trespass. But as for keeping track, he barely paid attention to their politics, to their rises and falls. He was not his family, so immersed in intrigue and politics. Rather than follow Mephala and her scheming Athan followed... Molag Bal, he supposed. It was he who gave the gift of vampirism to the world and Athan supposed that with his very presence he honored the Lord of Brutality, but Athan participated in no active worship. He didn't seek out specific prey in the honor of the Harvester of Souls. He lived for survival's sake alone.

So he had the vague sense that a pack had once been here, but nothing more than that. Now instead of veering around the Glade, he strode into it with little though for encroaching on claimed territory.

At least, so he initially thought. A wolf's scent hung heavily around the area, thick with age. A den.

He could see the occupant rooting around the den. Athan froze, holding back. He was more than capable of overpowering her, but he wanted to gauge the situation first. Hello, He said, nodding at the young woman.