Smoking Gun
03-02-2017, 06:06 PM
He had gotten rather sidetracked and it made him feel rather horrible. He had told Star that he wanted to finish exploring the south then he would come to this pack she was living in. Well Let's just say he had a little trouble with his direction and had mistakenly headed east instead of west. He had moved all over the east in search of her scent and found that it wasn't there. So he backtracked to where they had met in the south then headed west from there. The male really didn't want to admit he had gotten lost, but he knew this stuff happened when you traveled through new lands. It took him a couple of days before the tall hunter found an old trail of hers and began to fallow it. His tall form moved forward with ease his nose to the ground fallowing the trail he had been on. His pace slowed as the trail mixed in with the trails from others. He then stopped and lifted his head to look around. He must be close to the border now since others wolves were crossing into her trail. He didn't want to cross over the border by mistake so he proceeded with caution. He was well aware of how packs worked and even though each pack was different he always tried to be cautious to not break any of their rules. It wasn't like home, he didn't have a trade relationship with this pack, he was a stranger and to some he may be even seen as danger. He found the border marking and set down before it, his tall form straight yet relaxed. Tilting his head back he let his deep rumbling howl summoning the alpha of this pack. It went on for a few moments before he lowered his head and waited. Maybe Star would even be around, if not he would need to look for her after he met with the alpha. |
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