So it turned out one of the things that came with being leader was handling politics. Allies, enemies, and so on.
That meant checking up on allies.
That meant leaving the territory.
It was definitly outside of his comfort zone, but with the support of his imaginary friend he was able to take those nervous steps outside of the border that he called home. Outside of his safe spot. Life wanted to just curl up in a ball in his den but he couldn't, he had to do this for the sake of his clan, the clan his mother had worked so hard for.
So that was why Colouredclan would find a white wolf pup with a gift basket standing on their borders, ears pressed against his skull as if he expected something to attack him.