i'm gonna make it bend and break

He was slowly regaining the strength that had faded away into nothing over the winter months as he pushed onward into a new spring. How long had it been since he had eaten that good? A month, perhaps two, but he was stuffed. He'd been lucky enough to find a deer carcass brought down by a bear and he could not think of a better way to stuff his stomach while remaining a loner than taking the remains left by the sloppy creature. He had let a small burp out as he wandered around the forest, his eyes focused and his nose sharp. It was then that he caught the scent and intrigue took over his mind. Was that the borders of a pack? Perhaps he could wrap out his day with more good news. He let his gait fall from a light jog to a walk as he approached the borders with hesitance.

With this curiosity planted firmly in his head, he decided to see what this strange land was about. In the distance he could see the shimmering of the lake of water. They had picked a grand place to have a pack given the necessity that water held to the life of wolves everywhere. The man would respect the borders while examining for secrets as if he could find any.