gather ye rosebuds while ye may

He had been a wanderer for as long as he could remember. The youth had nothing really going for him in life, and he wasn't quite sure how much longer he could deal with that. Every day was a constant fight for survival, and when the seasons changed and prey got scarce in certain parts, he found it hard to hunt. Surviving on his own was a daily struggle, and he was so tired of it. He didn't know what it was like to live in a pack. Let alone live with others. He could barely remember what it was like to live with his family...his fathers had disappeared, leaving him alone. And his sister? He had absolutely no idea where she was. He hadn't seen any of them since he was a pup, and gradually...he began to forget who they were.

As he wandered the northern parts, he heard a howl. One that sounded important. Someone was claiming a pack, right? He had heard howls like that across the lands every now and then, but he always steered clear. He didn't know what packs were like...what they did to loners. He had no knowledge of any of that. But for once, he got curious. Pausing where he was, he listened until the howl died in the wind. He stared in the direction where it came from for several beats, and eventually his paws began to carry him towards the ship that jutted out from the landscape. If anything, he could at least see what was going on. But he was honestly so tired of being alone. He needed a change.

Climbing up the ship, each paw moved forward with uncertainty. He didn't know if this was a bad idea or a good one, or maybe it was even the worst idea he ever had. But, he was already here. He arrived in time to hear a young girl question who he assumed was the one that called, and his gaze turned to the dark male as he too, waited for an answer.

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