A SEA OF DEAD, DRIVES MEN INSANE

The horned king had been pained by the silence of his home. No new members, and fading faces, the only one who seemed to stick by was his mate and their children. He sighed as he kept up with the borders, marking them along the way with his scent. Soon enough, they would possibly have a new face if one of the boys managed to win the heart of a Hawthorne girl. Such a smooth request, for such a charming idea. Hawthorne would get an ally out of him and Themis, and in turn Amberbjorne would not be eaten alive.

He sighed, his snout sniffing around as he picked up on a long gone trail of his daughter Valkyrie just outside the border. She was alone. His mind wondered why she was here, but had little time to wonder on that aspect. With fall already here, he needed to check in with the pack and account for all the members who were still residing - And welcome any who were around needing a home. His large and muscular ebony form took towards the clearing in the heart of the pack, where his darling Themis had called him to originally when he first came here.

His large paws stepped up onto a large flat stone, finding it was cool to the touch with the cold that autumn had brought. His ruby colored orbs dashed around the area, looking for any sign of Themis. He was quiet unsure where she was, which worried him - Though for all he knew she could be prepping the boys for the Hawthorne and Dawnshire meeting. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his banner rose into the air. Never did he think he'd get to do this again, but as a King. His head tilted up as he let a call loose to bring forth his fellow packmates, his Queen, and any seeking refuge.

Mabbit;