Guts.Glory.RAM

Datura had been in many places, but this was a new one. He had wandered through many landscapes, many different cultures of wolves. It was all new though, it was something that he could get used to. He was looking for a pack, one that was right, just and would take in wolves who could decide right from wrong. He was fast, he was a team player, it was him who he was. The cold, frigid winter was terrible up where he was, it was colder than he was used to, he had always adjusted before, and it would be no different now. He went through his mental checklist, just verbally since no one was around. "Alright, so I?m working my way north, and now all that is left is to find a pack." He whispered to himself. Almost going into the Latin language he had grown up with. He was learning this other language and he forced himself to use it.