Luneshale Pass You are my favorite what if, you are my best I'll never know

Maybe @Dracarys or @Margarida?

He granted himself a rare break from hunting to walk the borders, though his shoulder ached fiercely the whole way. Panacea didn't bother to reinforce the scent marks; no point, with their move imminent. Sometimes his gaze drifted toward the mesa in the distance.

Mostly, though, he lost himself in thought. He still wasn't sure what to make of Verapaz. The pack seemed to lack a cohesive identity, existing in a state of flux not unlike his own constant state of being. But that was more unsettling than comforting. Packs didn't just exist like that. Something had happened here, something recent. It was just a matter of time before he found out what it was.