Sparrow watched the boy just...walk over the borders, the coywolf's shoulders deflating a little at the realization. Can't smell it huh? Right under your feet? Stepping forward now, tapping at the pathway that was being worn down by the wardens, mostly Fiadh and Fable . Well, since ya can't smell for shit, sometimes borders are marked by trails. Not all o' them, but older packs. Y'gotta be real polite an' careful if ya can't smell em, aight? Some packs are real mean if ya just walk right over, could get yerself killed that way

Now, with that warning out of the way.

This here, is the Kingdom of Avon, and from the smell of it it's Matriarch Fable is home at last She did have to wonder though how Fiadh and Dimitri were taking it, Fiadh had taken the leadership role and carried it with pride, would she have handed it over without a fuss? Maybe, if that aunt of hers hadn't crawled into her ear completely. It's the pack I came from before I went south, I told y'all about them, yea? Sparrow didn't actually remember if she had spoken of Avon or not, she's fairly sure she did, but she's also told these kids stories from her homeworld.

Anyway, howl an announcement with me, ready? Sparrow asked, tail wagging lightly as they waited a moment before howling out her wonky ass howl that sounded more coyote than she looked. Sparrow knows where to go though, so when they finished howling they began walking towards the center of the territory. S'my house too, so we don't have to wait to be let in the warden spoke after she winked, motioning on-wards. Fabs is a real nice lady, her kids are sweet too If they're also around. You'll make some friends here I think