Silvertip Mountain Baby, do you dare to do this

A call went up, requesting someone at the borders and FitzDutiful felt a moment of pride. This was to be his first encounter where someone actually respected the borders of the newly formed pack. After checking Raissa was asleep, he decided that it was safe to leave her unattended for a brief moment and wander down the mountainside to the one that waited.

As he grew closer to the border in question, he noted that the smell was that of the plateau. He wondered if Finn had reported their presence to Dante and if they would remember that he used to be one of them. He hadn't been at the plateau long before he had left for the caldera with Peregrine and Fox. Now he'd been away from there long enough for their scent to fade from him too. Realistically, there was no reason for any wolf at their borders to associated him with the plateau or the caldera unless they had met him or heard about him by name.

"Welcome," he said as he reached the young female at the borders. "FitzDutful, Alpha, at your service." Ever the dutiful wolf, allowing himself to be at the service of others. In truth, it was the best decision he'd ever made to become an alpha of his own pack. He thought he was handling it well.