Grumpbutt

Arcus would turn his gaze to look back at the packlands that spread out behind the boy, and he didn't much like how close it was to Donostrea. And besides, would a pack really be good for him? He hadn't really excelled as a loner, and he was rather hungry. Hunting had been proven difficult since he became half blinded, and he had lost most of his brutish form. Almost too skinny now, he stared at the grass that spread around him. A few seasons, huh? Made sense. And then he blinked, surprised as he looked back at the boy. Hold up. "Aren't you a little young to be an alpha?" He asked with a grumble, sizing him up then. There was no way this boy was any older than a year, a year and a half. Even Voltage and Glacier had been about 4 when they claimed their pack. "Did you make this?" He asked, tilting his head, curious now. Had this boy picked out a territory and decided to make a pack? Or did something happen and he just got tossed the crown? That was the more probable, but Arcus really didn't care about probability. He was still mulling over the fact that this pack was neighbors with Donostrea. "Do you know the alphas of that one?" He asked, tossing his nose in Dono's direction. If the two packs were best friends, Arcus may have to decline...or maybe that would make it all the better. He could show up his family that he was just fine on his own. You know, besides the eye...and the obvious malnourished...and his lack of maturity.

He was just fine on his own. But that didn't mean the temptation wasn't there.

"Burn Baby Burn"