Moonspear Kindred spirit, restless feet

Dusk had claimed the plains and with it set in an icy wind. Frozen tendrils caressed the withering land and would only grow stronger as the night wore on. Heavy pawsteps were almost lost amongst a night-creatures' howling, a darkly swathed brute passing quickly through. He'd set off from the meadow with the peak within his sights and so followed it now, loping at a stiff pace as he braced the headwind. Soon, the rocky slopes @Floki had so proudly spoke of would be in sight.

Requesting an audience, preferably from the pale Beta or his upper counterparts(@Amekaze @Charon), the Treborn stood a distance away from the rigorous display of odours, snout tipped to the heavens as his low tune rose above the light wind. Winter would be harsh this year, and the man didn't want the lights to go out as done with his belated comrade; he wondered if he'd be welcomed here to pledge his allegiance or if he'd be run out, he'd find out in time.