Heron Lake Plateau every sunrise begins with new eyes.

Ulrich blinked in surprise when he learned the the Plateau had once been home to a pack. He hoped none of them wished to come back and stay here again--not so close to the Isle. Unless he could strike up an alliance with them... And there he went again, becoming anxious over nothing.

'I just wanted to come back and see the place. You know, do the middle-aged man thing and reminisce about the good old days for a bit.'

Ulrich smiled at his paws, a knowing expression on his face. Yes, he said, amused. I understand. Although, to be honest, if he were ever to return to his own birth pack, it would certainly not be to reminisce. Well... He cleared his throat. If you plan to stay nearby... The Isle could always use more numbers, and you'd be... close to the Plateau. He always hated offering others a place at the Isle. No matter how he spun it, it sounded like begging. He cleared his throat again, looking away from Fig awkwardly. Of course, if you're moving on, that's fine too.