Which was why he was out here now. Though winter still stirred, it was ending. The day was rather warm for although the chilled wind stirred the sun shined on the back of his dark pelt, promising better times to come. Bane could not remember ever going this far south before. He was a northerner after all and the furthest he could recall going was to the Bramble Falls. The forest was more sparse here, plenty of room to see before you and plenty of room to run. The Secret Woodlands had never been a favored location for him, despite the fact that he had spent more of his life there. It was cramped, dark, filled with tangled brush and dangerous pit. He relished guarding along the edges of their home, overlooking the fields and meadows beyond it. The thicket was what he knew best, unfortunately, and although the Willows were beautiful he felt exposed.
Hesitantly he makes his way to the boarders, keeping a bit of a distance before them so no question of trespassing could be uttered. He knew this pack was an ally of theirs for all his life and beyond, though he had never met any of them. He knew them to be powerful wolves, bold, confidant, prideful and dark. Bane clears his throat then, settling on the frosted earth and then calling out for the leaders of the pack (as he was told, Elettra and Angier) who he would then wait for patiently. If this scouting mission was to go by successfully, he would need the interaction to go by smoothly.""