It had been ages it seemed since he had left the sandy shores of the beach pack lands. He wasn’t even sure exactly what drew him out today, but he found his slender legs carrying him out towards the free lands and the open fields the spanned across the heart of Moladion. The further he got from the ocean the more he realized how the salty air and sand still clung to his pelt giving his already unmanageable coat a sheen of silt and a scent which couldn’t quite be ignored. He shrugged it off not quite caring how he appeared seeing as he wasn’t on a trip to meet anyone in particular or anyone who might care. Yet then he hears the call go up, an intriguing mixture of other voices joining in and ringing across the plains before fading out again. He cocked his head to the side, his one good ear striving to catch all the notes and perhaps pinpoint what exactly was going on here.

It wasn’t unheard of for a group of wolves to randomly gather once in a while, but it was an odd enough occurrence that it piqued his interest, and besides he was headed there already. He came to the mouth of the river and where it widened into the lake and separated Glorall from Ruieze. His gray-blue eyes scanned out across the calm waters, finally pinpointing a smattering of wolves on the far banks. Shrugging to himself he waded in, splashing through the shallower banks of the water until he could finally jump in to the waters depths. His slender paws splayed wide as he paddled out into the lake, even dunking his head now and again, before heading back towards shore closer now to where the gathering seemed to be taking place.

Pulling his lanky frame out of the water, glad for once to not be instantly coated in salt and sand, he gives a hard shake spraying water in every direction and leaving his long, wiry coat almost standing on end and sticking out haphazardly everywhere. With his impromptu bath out of the way he picks up a lazy trot that quickly carries him within earshot of wolves making impromptu introductions to one another, though the words were somewhat muffled being closer to his bad side. He finally stops, positioning himself so that he was to the left of the majority of them, leaving his good right ear with the ability to pick up the last of the conversation. With his slender tail brushing genially at his ankles he offers them a lopsided smile and a cursory nod. “I’m Ryker, and it looks like you’ve drawn quite the crowd,” he said finally with a roguish wink to the cream and black stained girl who had originally called him, his mid tenor voice always tainted with a tinge of laughter.

The water drying and running in to his ears was making him itchy by now and with no further ado he promptly threw himself on the browning grasses and rolled.