Yes...he was ready to become part of another family. Not exactly a 'wife and children' family, but a pack family. To stand aside and remain loyal to. What if Six came back and got mad at him for joining Tortuga? What if she left him...No, she wouldn't. He was even sure she'd come back, ever. But if she did...oh how happy he would be. The man would spend a little time away from the pack to take care of his wife if she was still pregnant. But- yet again, he didn't even know she was alive. And the thought of her being gone forever made tears roll down his cheeks. Although, he was joining the pack for a reason. To get his mind off his loss, and to focus on something worth paying attention to. Training his way to a higher rank in the pack, or earning the respect of the leader/king and whatnot. For now, whatever rank he earned, he had to deal with it and prove Tortuga he was more than what he seemed. But today...he would approach their border and see who found him. Hopefully not Qanik again. He hoped for someone new to speak to and get to know. This place sure was quite pretty, despite the large amount of snow and ice. He wondered what the place would look like if there was no ice or snow. But...this place seemed to cold. Snow crunched beneath him as he approached to what he thought was the border, stopping and peering over a very minor slope. The lake was completely frozen. He liked it. But he knew he could not cross the borders, unless he wanted to be tackled and snapped at. Aldoro slowly sat down in the snow and tucked his tail over his paws neatly, chin lifting slowly. He figured he did not need to summon anyone today. They could just find him by his rather unpleasant aroma. He wouldn't be that hard to seek out. But while he waited, he scanned the lake a few times, taking in each bit of the place so that when he patrolled the borders, he knew what was what.

The small red brown and ivory female made her way to the other side of the Kennocha lake, grey paws in a slow slish slosh movement in the snow. The female had always enjoyed the snow, it was what she had been born in. Her crown drooped a bit as shoulders rolled forward, grey paws still dragging. It was peaceful here, but it was also very lonely without her mate Dayton. But, that's right.. He wanted to become a hunter. And she was fine with that, her decisions on dealing with new wolves. A smile escaped her lips, the thought of Dayton still in her mind.

Suddenly, all thoughts were pushed away as an unpleasant aroma filled her nostrils. She would shake her head a bit, trying to ignore the smell. A black wolf would be sitting at the Kennocha lake borders.

Shit, shit, shit, Misha thought to herself, beginning to look around. What was she going to do? No, now it was time to prove herself to Roman, Qanik, and Tortuga. So, the fae walked over to the unpleasant smelling male, a smile appearing on her lips. "Hello, I am Misha, a fellow pack member of Tortuga," she said, looking at the stranger. "What brings you here?" She would ask, blue grey gaze looking over him.