Shilah didn't often pay attention to where his feet were taking him and he blinked in surprise, coming to a halt at a pack border. Shilah gracefully bent his head to test the scent. It was unfamiliar and…. sparse and not terribly varied. Whatever pack dwelt in these lands had to be quite small, very small. His ears pricked forward as he gazed into the lush vegetation of the valley. Even if he didn't want to admit he'd been feeling lonely and a bit lost this past year and it seemed his feet felt the same if they would lead him to a pack. Shilah coveted his freedom as a nomad and knew it was his calling but perhaps spending a few seasons in a pack would be good for him and if this pack were indeed as small as he suspected perhaps they could use a healer. He hadn't been able to make much use of his skills yet. This was a perfect opportunity and Shilah did believe that fate had lead him right up to this border for a reason. Tipping back his head he howled for the alpha.
