Dragoncrest Cliffs With A Little Somethin Somethin

Engel was on his way back from RSV when he scented the borders. So there was a pack here...he remembered why he had set out in the first place. To find packs along the coast. It was a pack. It was on the coast. A good job, he thought to himself. "First pack of the day" he then muttered to himself, before he sent up a call for any members of the pack from just beyond the border. He wondered to himself what they would be like. Kind, friendly? Or perhaps more likely to be grumpy? Maybe even a group of crazies. He had no way of knowing, but the ideas excited him.