Golden Glade it would be well for you to return to your own country

Miraak is close to RFC territory, but is not close enough to physically trespass. Feel free to treat him as such, however!

Another pack's territory loomed in front of him, this forest not forboding or dark like the forests of his youth, but bright with verdant colors, which he suspected would turn to gold as the year marched on. He stared intently into the woods, his brow furrowing as he thought to himself, pondering whether or not asking for directions so close to another pack's land would be a viable tactic for finding his sister.

He wasn't crossing the borders as he had before, but he was perilously close, close enough to incite anger and posessiveness in these pack wolves. Would Meldresi even associate herself with such wolves? Wolves who lived in bright, happy forests and probably thought themselves peaceful and goodwilled? As close he was to his sister, she always found ways to surprised him. She might have hidden herself in such bright woods to throw wolves off. She might not. He would not know until he found her.

The shade threw his head back, summoning a wolf from the pack. He didn't need their alpha, though he suspected that one might come. He simply wanted directions, information. Anything. Preferably without a fight.