It was with a rather heavy gait that Adelard skulked about the borders of Paradise Falls. His nose was against the ground, following @Isla's most recent trail. He paced, pressing his paws into the thawing ground every so often. Strangers who passed through Kingsfall knew now to keep moving. This part of the forest was well-protected.
He dropped down on his right elbow, leaning into his right shoulder until he flopped onto the ground. A good scent roll dispersed his scent as well as added to the already wide range of potpourri in his fur. Upon getting back onto all fours, he shook out his thick winter coat and lashed his tail out behind him. One deep breath in. One deep breath out. This was it. No more creeping around, no more stealth operations. He wanted the wolves here to know that he held obligations and intended to follow through.
A couple of barks went up into the twilight skies. A solid and polite declaration that he was here. He licked the side of his muzzle, waiting for a second in case Isla happened to be nearby. Then he turned about in a circle, lifting his nose and head. A low, beckoning howl challenged the gentle roar of the territory's waterfalls. It asked for one thing, and one thing only. Adelard Gerau sought to speak with those in charge.