The fixer
12-18-2016, 09:42 PM
He walked in a random direction from the knolls until he finally found a pack's scent. It wasn't that hard really. Packs seemed to be everywhere these days. He kept a fair distance from the border though, keeping himself hidden under the shadow of a small grouping of trees. The scent markers were strong even from here, but he was confident that he wasn't trespassing at all. He wasn't out to pick fights today. Quite the opposite really. He settled down on his haunches while his red gaze watched the edge of the mangroves curiously. Packs had healers, right? At least that's what he was hoping as he sat here lingering on the edge of the borders. He didn't want to mingle with this pack's alpha if he could avoid it so he didn't want to howl. He was a pretty patient wolf when he wanted to be though so he could sit here and wait to see if anyone came out. With any luck they might be a healer or know of one that might help him. His ears flicked and turned occasionally, keeping an ear out for anyone that might be approaching, especially if it was from behind him. |