Emberwood For A King To Do His Part

SETTING:
Weather: Overcast with wind. A thick snowfall has begun and the land is blanketed.
Before Dawn...

TERRITORY: Border of Uraine Gorsedd

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He had departed from The Hollow 2 days ago, bidding farewell to his mate and children in the quiet of the night, promising to return by the end of the moon with hope of good news. Valette had been reluctant— they all had. Easthollow had been barely hanging by threads during the duration of the mysterious quakes, but now the earth had settled, its rumbling soothed, and the pack recovering steadily.

He trekked to the border of the mentioned pack, following the direction others had sent him till the scent was brought to him on the gentle breeze. Now standing, he could tell without a doubt that this was the place. The border markers were fresh, thick, and heavy. Daring anyone with half a mind to cross them.

Thankfully, Greyback was not half-minded.

He gazed out a the land before him, taking in anything he could that would serve as a landmark, a prominent reminder in his aging brain. Stark white trees as far as the eye could see was his only bet, their statures looming quite like his own. They stood tall, their formation nothing special, just ordinary—'cept for the weird shapes carved into their barks. The elder wondered what it meant.

But business was business, and he was not here to spare attention and wonder of such things in a dilly-dallying manner.

He threw his head back, and with a rumbling howl that shook the area around him, he cast his calling out into the wind for anyone around to answer. It's deep, thunderous tone making not only his presence, but his intention to do business prominent.