Sequoia Coast Bad news, go away

The sand would be a pain to get out of his fur, but that was something he could take care of later. For now, he and the unknown silver wolf would explore, try to see what made the pack who lived on the Island disappear. While the silver male sniffed the sands, Kaname moved off the shore, into the foliage. The scents were clearer there without the tang of the sea.

He could smell the fading scent of a marker close by. The assassin chuffed softly. Like they even patrolled their borders. The invading party of Silvertip (now Ouroboros) had easily slipped onto their shores and got into their territory by a few feet before they were even detected. It was quite sad actually.