Down in the Gulley

He was moving his family further and further south as spring progressed, certain that if they moved to the southern continent that it would end up colder for his hardy family, which most seemed to like it cold. Dom, Darya, and Marvel were promised snow soon which probably was what kept them happily moving with the clan. Bee's blatant disrespect had ended up with Sam making a hard decision, one that weighed heavily on his mind as of late. He was to leave and not come back unless he found it in him to get over himself and start acting like a member of the family. He would of asked Levi to stay with him and ensure he didn't do something reckless or die of starvation, if Sam hadn't felt Levi would of hated him for it. He'd have to speak with his eldest son and his twin soon about maybe checking in on him now and again if they could.

He snapped out of his thought train when he crossed the scent of pack wolf and did a double check to make sure he wasn't going to be leading his family through a pack land. No definitely no, just one male out by himself. He moved after it, wondering exactly who it was he might of stumbled upon, being as he would have to stop in and see sooner or later if he could make treaties with packs. Obviously they would travel all the time so they could bring back herbs or other essentials, though Sam figured he could ask leaders if he brought them these things or traded knowledge of area wolves or packs they could let his family stay for a night or so. It would give his clan safe places to go if they needed as well.

He padded towards the large flec ked male. His ears turned forward and he made certain to walk with confidence and even authority. The kind of walk a leader had and he had it down naturally. "Greetings stranger." he called out loud enough to catch the males attention. His booming baritone vocals spooking something in the distance but he didn't care.