Dragoncrest Cliffs Tangie

After weeks of scouring the beaches for the coastal pack housing his kin, Shea at last came to the threshold of Sapphique. He could not be sure this was the place, as no part of the scented barrier carried the scent of his half-brother, but this was the first defined border he had come across in these sea-bedded lands; and if this pack held none of his blood, then maybe they could at least point him in the right direction.

The Beryl Forest wolf had no clue he was on the doorstep of a den full of agitated lionesses.

He howled for an audience, his unfamiliar voice cutting through the icy windscape with a courteous intonation. The sound died out just as the clear noon sky started to gather its clouds, preparing for a light snow.