By now, Bane had somehow and mistakenly lost track of Ashton. In their youth, curiosity and independence they often strayed out from another for hours, perhaps a day or night fall only to return to one another again. This time, despite some searching, they had not. Bane could only hope that Ashton would find him again or that he would find him... time would only tell. Now in a lazy lope he strode the outskirts of the Thicket of Secrets which he had been born to, unwilling to go within them, to go back to what once was his home. It was not until he decided to move more north at the break of nightfall, did a new pack scent catch his interest. What was this? Another pack and so close to Secret Woodlands? He knew they had not been there before. Bane was certain. He had been to the Blackberry Fields time and time again and knew the Thicket like the back of his paws. Who were they?
He is curious yet uncertain and it is shown in his display as he draws near. His head and tail are low, his body low as though hunting, scouting. He is used to moving throughout the shadow with intention to not been seen nor heard of. Bane had done much of this his whole life growing up... It was hours perhaps that he had wondered the outskirts of the land along Thicket of Secrets and Blackberry Fields, making sure not to move to closely to be noticed. The night was still young, perhaps they still slumbered off the summer heat before venturing out. A sound then caught his interest, but not of a wolf - a fox. Bane followed it and as he did the scent of a kill lingered as well, old and mingled with earth as though stored away for safe keeping. As the sight of the fox became clear, also did that of the cache which it was after just within pack territory. The fox meant to steal it! A sudden, instinctual growl echoed from the youth's mug, shocking the fox whom had not expected the dark child. The hungry fox had no intentions to leave with an empty stomach, snapping its warning to the young wolf who retaliated with a bit of his own. After a small tussle of loud yips and growls the fox was off with Bane is quick pursuit.
Twenty minutes pass... and out from the forestry comes Bane with a fox in his jaws and sporting a new cut to his muzzle. Settling down the fox upon the Black Thorn Downs border, he sits, taking a few moments to pant in order to regain his composure. It is then he calls for the Leaders of this pack, having fully made his decision where he now wanted to call home.