Swiftcurrent Creek Sound the bugle now, play it just for me

Upon broad shoulders he carried the goat he had felled. He had stopped for frequent breaks, but his goal was to mend fences. Drop prey at the allies. They hadn't had a proper anything. And the three worlds had imploded. Sandy had seen it and ignored it and he would continue to do so. It didn't directly affect him so he was fine with staying out of it all.

Black body fire paws and he stopped at the border, dropping the prey and shaking out his shoulders. Attempting to lick the offending blood and pieces clean. He lifted muzzle in a howl to someone anyone to come to the borders. He wouldn't cross even as an ally.