Blacktail Deer Plateau dirty, dirty boy

a little official founding pack howl! non-mandatory. i'll leave this up until 10/26 for those who want to reply. <3

the mid-morning is chilly, but sunny and in the warm, buttery yellow beams of sunshine that cuts through the treeline at the borders, ingram can be found dutifully. the patrol is routine, the thoughts and contemplations that swirl 'round his mind like the whispers of the voidwraiths and commanders is ...not. not usually here, where he tends to focus.

his path deviates then, cutting through the forest towards the sacred hollow where the alters to the numerous gods call home.

their numbers have grown, food caches filling.

there was no reason to not spread their wings and fly.

ingram takes a deep breath, tips his head back and lets out a howl. announcing to the wolves of basilica that they were one and to anyone within earshot in the neighboring territories that they were there and that they no intentions of going anywhere.