He had begun his searching feeling more rejuvenated than ever. The wounds on his body from defending what was his was a badge of honor and he happily wore them. They pulsed new purpose into him after being uncertain for half a year, waiting and training in the forests of Taviora feeling somewhat lost without the home that he had been born in. Iromar. He growled at the unceremonious way he hand Magpie had been tossed from their home. The moment he found out how and why the takeover had happened he had been in a rage, but he still had what was his. Magpie. Since being kicked out of their home even Magpie had found two others that stuck to them, well her, like glue. Though maybe now the boy even would have appreciation for what Zanon had done and be loyal to him on his own. He was a kind wolf outwardly after all, even if behind his mask he felt nothing other than happy he had added power to him by having wolves of his own.

Still, with his wounds over his body from his fight with Cuirass, Zanon knew he needed to walk the lands, and find a new place to call home to help protect what was his. After all, if this experience had taught him anything was a pack was good to at least help him in protecting what was his as a front if nothing else. He would be using the pack, and the pack would be benefitting from him being there with his followers. His tail flicked lightly and a grin split his maw as he started his venture out into the freelands, he didn’t get far though before he spotted a pure white figure through the trees.

He froze, his body lowering quickly and his mostly dark form moving, closer, pink eyes watching the other form closely as he neared Taviora’s borders. Zanon’s nose twitched, taking in the scent of a pack that was mostly unfamiliar to him. So that would be Diveen. The only pack he never got near or entered in his life. It was lucky if nothing else, after all Zanon had thought about his future potential homes and the only three he considered had been the Plateau pack, Diveen, the Mountain Pack, Spirane and then the Seaside pack of Glorall. It wasn’t just that though that made him curious. He had heard of the previous ruler of Asteraia, after all Zanon had thought about joining there when Iromar had been taken, but then by the time he was ready to explore that option it had been taken over by someone else. The rest was history. So.. if that was the former King of Asteraia, what was he doing here? Seems his new base of operations was Diveen, or simply his hiding place, but Zanon was curious nonetheless.

Zanon moved forward, revealing himself from the trees and trotted towards the male his tail swaying at his heels, fur a bit disheveled with the wounds under his fluffy pelt, his eye roamed up to the missing ear of the other male, but really he didn’t know if it was him just yet. ”Hello there, Sir. What brings a Diveenian all the way out here today? Business with Taviora?” It was pleasant conversation, and it was a good way to start out he thought. Zanon’s scent was mixed with Taviora and freelands both since he stayed right along the borders of the pack, it was hard to tell if he was loner or Tavioran, which was fine. Zanon had hung around Taviora long enough though to know Diveen and Taviora were old Allies, it could have just been business and Zanon was close enough to the borders to be mistaken for a patrol maybe. Who knows, but he had to start somewhere.