times a'changin' [RECRUITMENT]

The howl that broke through the quiet air was borderline heavenly to Azazel -- he'd been flitting to and fro between the ideas of staying by himself and joining up with a pack for quite a while now. On one paw, there's safety in numbers, but on the other paw, numbers could also pose a threat if he ends up not being the most popular guy around.

All in all, it's a risk he's willing to take.

Lifting his rump in the air and stretching his front legs out in front of him, Azazel rises from the lying-down position he'd been in so he can prepare for the somewhat short journey to the calling wolf. First though, it's time to stall a little; he curls his claws into the ground, trots in a few circles, and even stops to itch at his ear once. Being the first to arrive might be...awkward. He doesn't want that to happen. But at the same time, he isn't too keen on being last to arrive either, and clearly there's no way of telling where he's at in the lineup right now. Ultimately deciding that arriving before others rather than after is the better option, he finally gets a move on.

The journey isn't exactly short but it's not painstakingly long either; it's a good excuse to stretch out his muscles, which he admittedly hasn't been using much while lazing about in the wilderness. The most effort he's put into anything recently has been hunting small prey animals here and there.

Finally, he arrives before the one who howled; a large but younger looking wolf. Still, this is someone who could easily over-power Az, so he reminds himself to be on his best behavior as he approaches. "Uh, yes, you called? Not...for me specifically, but for uh, anyone? Um. Okay wait, let me just," already blowing it probably, Az takes a seat and clears his mind, unsure of how to approach this situation, "Name's Azazel. That would've been a better opening but, yes, hello."

Nailed it.