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Raziel finished his duties at the Creek, or at least what he deemed to be his duties. Patrolling the borders, filling the caches, sleeping. The typical Angelus Mortis wanderlust tugged at him, pulled him out of the borders, towards nowhere he knew in particular. But it was exploring, and he doubted the Creek wolves would miss him anyways. He knew he had been here before, when his paws brought him to Swiftcurrent, but he couldn't pinpoint what and when it was. So it was a whole new adventure for him.
Raz had been walking for a few days now, occasionally stopping to hunt and sleep when night came, but he slept for a few hours before moving on, predators were lurking everywhere after all and despite his intense warrior training. Fighting a full grown cougar alone was hard and would probably result in his own death. An extremely bad idea. That day, he finally remembered the name of this place, this was neutral territory but near Duskfire Glacier lands. What had kept him from joining that day? He couldn't remember.
Perhaps it was time to turn back when he remembered something that Scarlett said, she said "Next time we should meet at the foot of the Glacier just outside the border." and "We have to go to the other glacier outside the pack border though." Even though she never told him the full name of her pack, it didn't take a genius to figure it out with so much references to the Glacier. Her home was in Duskfire Glacier wasn't it?
Raziel threw his head back into the air and howled for her, the melodic tune floating through the air and into Duskfire lands, his powerful voice channeling through the air.