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He had made this journey once, around about the same time last year and as expected the woods hadn't changed very much. They were still just as foggy as before, shrouded in mystery like something from a dream. He approached the border and gave it a sniff, just as Sahalie had said all those months ago only a handful of wolves remained.
Askan couldn't help but wonder if the wolves of the Bend felt resentment for those who had left. Was the Bend like the Field? A place where strangers came and went, had their fill and left without even uttering a goodbye? He gritted his teeth at the thought, Drestig and Jessie's allies deserved better. Hell, any pack deserved better than that.
Lifting his head skywards, Askan let out a long timberous call, one full of purpose and intent. He was no measly loner, begging to be let in before it got too cold. He wanted to talk, to discuss things if they were so inclined, but at the very least he wished to let his neighbours know that they had settled in the Falls and had no intentions of leaving anytime soon.
This was how it was supposed to be, leaders were supposed to lead, to take the incentive and ensure shit got done. Not to leave things until it was too late, until trouble was banging at their door.