Arrow Lake studying about that good old way

set early morning of September 4

They ascended, and then descended, and upon that descent, they came across a pack's border. Maegi drew a deep breath and found nothing familiar in their scent; it wasn't the wolves that had kidnapped her, at least. With some relief, she turned to @Anansi and @Sakhmet, ears slanted forward in query.

Do you smell your brother here? I don't. . .but maybe it's worth asking if they've seen him. Her brow was furrowed in now-perpetual worry, tail lashing slightly. She wouldn't be at ease until Sobek was safe and at home. Until, or if ever.

Maegi pushed the grim thought from her mind and assumed the dignified air of a pack leader and questing mother, lifting her muzzle to let out a howl for the leaders of this pack. Hopefully, they weren't among the ranks of those who distrusted or even despised Blackfeather Woods. If they were, though, it was a chance for her to set the record straight.

They had changed. No longer were they the menace of the flatlands. They hoped to keep to themselves. . .so long as others gave them the same courtesy.