Wear me like a locket

What a scraggy, dangerous place this was. Dominik was beginning to wonder if he'd made a mistake coming here, even though he'd been sure that he'd want to join his acquaintances' pack. Despite his misgivings, his cream-colored paws carried him rather nimbly over the rocks, making his way up steep inclines without much difficulty. He was well-aware of his dangerous surroundings, and he watched his every step to ensure he didn't meet an unfortunate fate. Could anyone really call this place home? Perhaps it wasn't so bad once you'd traveled over it several times and memorized the pitfalls - that was, if you didn't fall to your death first.

Sighing, he came across a scent-marked line, an obvious border, and thus he stopped his forward progress. He had finally come to claimed territory, so he wouldn't pass into the lands unannounced. He didn't feel like getting his pristine pelt ripped apart today - he might be lucky if Karabela recognized him, but there was always the chance of running into a guard. So, the sun-streaked male braced his legs as he tried to ignore a rather precarious drop just several feet from where he stood, tilting back his head with all intention of making himself heard as his lips pursed into the shape of an 'o'. Instead, a rather shy howl escaped him, barely echoing off the rocks surrounding him. Self-consciously he lowered his head, wondering if anyone had heard him, and at the same time wondering if he should just turn around and leave. But... he forced his paws to stay where they were, and he would wait for someone to approach him, hoping he would be just good enough to join them in this pack...