Hushed Willows to find you do no wrong

Just a visitor! Maybe? Close to the borders, has not crossed.

The land had forced him to stumble upon their borders. Steep walls loomed over him on both sides as he found himself amongst the beautiful lands. A soft ooh seemed to escape him every now and then. It was nothing like his old home but it was still magical in its own way. Willow trees dotted the land with the faint sea breeze teasing his senses.

There was something else though. The scent markers were present and alerted him to the presence of those who lived here. He had, accidentally, stumbled upon a pack's lands. Respectfully he shuffled back a bit from their borders. Perhaps he could admire the land for a few minutes longer before rounding back to somewhere unclaimed.