The Blood Guardian couldn't have been prouder. News had come of Aranck's death and the wolves who had played a part in his downfall. Three of those wolves had been his very own brothers and sister-in-law. Ankh and Mugen had fought bravely, the latter sustaining a grave wound. If not for the fast action of Viserys, he surely would have died that day. Standing on the tall knoll, Halcyon gazed at his pack and felt his chest swell with pride. This is what he had wanted. A land for Moladion's finest wolves to live and thrive and help those in need. They would need to hold a feast in their honor! But, there were other things that needed to be done first. With a swish of his tail, the russet wolf moved from the hill towards the boarders of his land. Panzer and his runners had been doing a good job of watching the boundaries, but the alpha wanted to double check that the heavy scent markers were in place.

Trotting along the well worn path, Halcyon felt confident that things were secure. That confidence shattered the moment the thick, musky scent reached his nose from a bush just outside of the pack. Skidding to a halt, the male felt his fur bristle and his tail rise instinctively at the smell. It was unfamiliar, but most importantly, it did not belong to another wolf. The monsters of the darkness had been here and, from the smell of it, just last night! A deep growl escaped his throat as he turned and marked the area. They would not get in! There were mighty warriors who stalked Asteraia that could easily take down anything that dared enter their pack. Still... it would be best to warn everyone to keep their guard up until the threat had been dealt with.

With fur still standing on end, Halcyon moved away from the borders towards the small stream that flowed softly through Asteraia. With fall now upon them, the water had slowly started to drain as the greedy mountains gathered their life giving snow for the upcoming winter. There was still plenty of water for the wolves of the plains, however, and Halcyon took a moment to lap at the crisp liquid. Deep in thoughts, he didn't hear the steps of another as they approached.