Travelling, it seemed like something she had been doing a lot of lately, even if her body wasn't the biggest fan of it (and boy did it let her know), but she had her little medicines to help with that, and they managed to ease some of the strain, but they had rested a lot. A lot more than she would have liked, but that's just how this would go.

The ginger woman would make it a point not to complain nearly as much, that would've made the trip all the more miserable than it already was, choosing instead to make small comments here and there. Searching the wilds for potential packs was foolish given they hadn't a clue where to start. At this point they were grasping at straws and winter's cold would not be kind to them, as it nipped at their heels.

But a days journey out of Alteron accompanied by three jacks, she hand picked herself, would be surprisingly fruitful. For the umpteenth time they'd come to a stopping point for her to rest, keen eyes glancing at the mountain peaks in the far distance, each capped with white snow against a clear blue morning sky. There stretched pine trees as far as the eye could see, and as the wind picked up suddenly, Telana's nostrils flared. "Do you smell that?" She said plainly, eyes shifting to the others. "A pack, let's move, it seems pretty close."

As they continued on the treeline seemed to get denser, she'd often wondered if Alteron was the worst pack geographically speaking, but no, this one had to take the cake. Who'd make a pack in the cusp of the north? Telana frowned in annoyance, the stench of a border reeked. Ah, so here we are? "You'll be proving yourself as competent jacks, I will only interfere if you fumble. Remember, only what we want them to see." Amber gaze fell on each of them and then she'd tilt her head back and howl out a summons, moving her way to sit behind the three jacks.

It was always cold it seemed, the boy cringed and made a face but continued to move forward, running like always; perhaps from his fears as well. It nibbled at his toes and he considered trying to find something to fashion some boots to protect his paws, but he’d refrain given that he didn’t want to be seen as weak. So Ezra puffed on, as if he ever did anything other than just puff on, but today it seemed there was intrigue brewing. A loud summons at the border, confusing to say the least to the green youth. Since his time learning about pack life, he had yet to experience such a situation as recruits were rarely so loud. And yet he felt as if he was drawn to it, it was something he should and could concern himself with and he would.

Blue eyes blinked away a bit of water from the chill, short curly locks bouncing as he turned and directed his motion to the border. It was a short trip, if nothing else the boy was quick on his feet and arrived shortly after the new War Captain. He didn’t know Zanna he didn’t believe, especially not to know of their new rank, but he offered them a polite bow after offering one to the Sabora. He felt a slight bit of unease at the situation, seeing the strangers standing calmly at their border—and one in the back… Zanna stepped to one side of the Sabora so Ezra decided to step to the other softly, he was no fighter but he was tall enough to at least look like he might be able to hold his own. He hadn’t been ranked as a Jackdaw by the Sabor for a reason, his aptitudes were elsewhere and he was eager to try and prove them.

When the Sabora spoke business, Ezra blinked calmly and offered a faint smile as he peered around, resisting the urge to add something profoundly ridiculous to the conversation. They weren’t exactly here to lay on sandy beaches and drink fruity drinks, that’s for sure. He’d glance over at Zanna for a moment, before looking back at the group. What’s going on? He doesn’t know but as long as he can participate, he’ll happily wait and see without grinning too much.  

Golden gaze looked to the back of the three of them and she waited, waited as others came to the summons, waited as they spoke about a pack, and waited even then as her jacks stood there as well. The woman gave a sigh, not upset, her plain expression didn't convey such feelings, but she did step forward. Brushing past the three female to come to sit on her haunches at the front of them. So the exercise didn't necessary go as planned, there'd be more chances for them, if they any of the jacks decided to pipe up here she'd let them, but for now she'd take the reigns.

The ginger female looked at the one who spoke first, the puzzling red marks under their eyes, for fashion? Interesting, whatever. "And we're Alteron, a pack seeking alliances, that is, if Saboro is interested in one." Telana rolled her shoulders slightly, wincing just barely at the pop that followed afterward.

There was a pause as she glanced past those that met them at the borders, surveying the territory, spruces and dark mossy ground, not unlike Alteron, but the air here was crisper, cleaner. Slipping in and out of one's lungs easily like liquid mercury. "We're repairing from a war, and it'd be most beneficial to find alliances with like minded packs. We've resources to trade, just looking for willing participants." She deadpanned, face stone-like.

She'd be willing to go into further detail about resources once she knew where they stood, if these Saborans were interested or not. Don't put all your eggs in one basket, as Telana always kept in mind.