Maybe he shouldn’t have made this decision so rashly. After all, it wasn’t like him to act without thinking like this. But something in it was so liberating and so freeing. He traveled quickly over snowy ground, having mapped his way to this place mentally many times over. He made the journey from the Scowle to the Edge in six days of almost nonstop running and adrenaline, and he was panting heavily by the time he reached the border.
Steam billowed from his lips as he tipped his head back to call for the bitchy alpha. He didn’t have a speech or a plan, for the first time in ages. He didn’t even know what he was doing, really. Not anymore.
Askan’s dark figure approached through the dusky night, and silver eyes met amber as he faced the man who he hoped would be one of his alphas. His mercury gaze was determined as he dipped his head, not breaking eye contact with the larger wolf from where he stood.
”You know what I have to offer you, from a basic standpoint,” he panted out between breaths. He was a healer, he was peaceful, he was supportive. ”Before I offer anything else, I have a question for you.” His white-splotched chest heaved a bit as he tried to find a way to voice it. ”The pack... do you support one another when one of you falls, or do you attempt to drag that fallen member down further?”