Something makes the ashen male want to move, to seek others of his own kind out other than Sleek and Chickadee, to want to find any other being to make friends with. He needs to get out more, and sticking around the borders of the mountains - while it takes him back to his homelands - is simply not getting the job done. Something in the small wanderer's soul makes him need to talk to more wolves. Sure, he could go and chat it up with the members of Spirane, but he did not wish to step on any toes to get company, much less cross pack borders when he simply didn't belong there yet. He had given the mountains serious thought in the home department, and would continue to visit until he felt comfortable calling for the alpha to make it official.

He moves along the banks of the river, his charcoal paws slipping every now and again in the slick icy mud there, but he keeps his trail. It is not unusual to find him doing such things, simply to test his footing. His mood is light today, and he only wishes for the company of another friendly soul. Perhaps, a stranger can come along and become as fast a friend as Sleekwing had!

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