Blacktail Deer Plateau Abisselfa

On the border. ^^

The snowstorm had fucked everything up. They’d been on track, they’d made progress, and then the weather had cursed at them and called them fools.

Reno stood near the pack’s marked boundaries. He could smell a few numbers from within. There was a chance that Colt or Sadey had ended up in one of the gangs in the area. The man squinted as he debated calling upon their numbers. If they had a dislike for strays, there’d be no chance of finding Colt in their territory.

But maybe they’d seen one of them in passing.

Reno called out to anyone who might have been near their border.