Cedar Sweep Do you believe

Lane, if needed it can be forward dated or backwards! Forgot to mention that, mb

The man whispered to @Imaq in their den he wwould return before midday, the early morning sun peaked out from the horizon to illuminate his journey as he set out towards the neighboring lands. His gait was fast, brimming with purpose as he sought to know what neighbors jutted against their boarders. Initially, he was pleased, scenting nothing from the basin, plateau or the bog nearby but he had one dreaded place to search. The cedar forest, its scenery familiar through pleasant and unpleasant memories, Rye proceeded with cation. His soot nose lead the way, drenching itself with every scent available until one brought him to a grinding halt. Another wolf. Hackles rose in a thin line down his spine, his tail hiking itself into a rigid posture. Despite the anxiety swelling in his belly, Rye pushed forward, desperate to know if what he smelled was nothing more than a passerby, but as he pushed deeper into the woods the acrid smell of boarder markings engulfed his nostrils. They flared, the father propelled the scent from his nose with steam furling from his muzzle. His family was not safe, his pack was not safe. The wolves Rye suspected to be taking residency were aggressive, intrusive beings. War would be inevitable. 

As the epsilon began walking back to his pack, Towhee surfaced to the forefront of his thoughts, taking up space with her generous offer. If his family were to move again would her pack welcome them with open arms? Would the journey be too harsh on Imaq and Liak? How long should he wait if they were to move so his family could recoup from their travels? The man embraced his concerns, knowing they were all worthy of intense consideration and deliberation. He needed a friend to talk to, @Lane came to mind, although he was still in the cedar forest, Rye let loose a call to her. Asking for her to meet him half way. The father hadn't forgotten his gripes with the alpha, it was still on the docket list but his families safety came before anything. The epsilon quickened his pace into a trot, his hackles and tail stubbornly stuck in place even as he loped towards the safety of his pack.