“Hello, Alpha Ross. How can I help you?” Axel said into the phone as he continued looking through the documents before him.
He had not expected to receive a call from the Alpha of Bustling Bush, but he had no reason to suspect it was bad news.
“Alpha Axel, hello,” Ross’s voice came through the receiver.
He was an older man, late into his sixties.
“I was just calling to see if you had learned anything about the new creatures yet,” he continued. “I know your team has only been there a day or two, but I’m sure you can understand my keen interest in learning anything about a new enemy on my border.”
Axel furrowed his brow and lifted his gaze from the mess on his desk.
“I’m sorry,” he began. “I’m not sure that I understand what you’re talking about. What team?”
Axel had sent scouts all over the territories for various reasons. Some were in teams of two or more, but only a few. He certainly didn’t remember sending anyone into Bustling Bush territory.
