Blackfoot Forest hit them right between the eyes

His loyalty to the Persian wolves, Samarkand and the Frostfurs alike had long since been abandoned. Of course all three left him high and dry first, it had taken him years to steadily realise his Shah was gone - the pack had left him behind as if he were nothing to them. Well what do you expect, he was no firstborn son and nor was he a child of Nita. He was doomed to be a failure from his name day.

Would he ever consider running with another pack, well of course if they had a strong Shah, an Alpha Male worthy of his respect. Yet all he could see standing in front of him right now was this woman built like a tank and perhaps as powerful as one too but a she-wolf all the same. His bright jade green eyes would begin to narrow, darkened ears climbing forwards with dominance. If she were still an Alpha were were her band of mercenaries now? Where was her land?

As he suspected she was of Tartok blood, but that was not enough for Altair desiring to know more. "Where is Tartok now?" He had not come across it yet since his return to the park, or was he looking at it? The only part of the pack that still remained - Tonravik.