Seeking an Eden

The young male made his way into the unusually warm mountains, pausing as his sun-kissed gaze cast across the surrounding area. He took a moment to survey crevices in which one could be lying in wait for trespassers. Drakan got smacked by the strong aroma of a dominant male having marked the territory when he began his ascent and knew he'd have to remain on alert in case of an ambush from the male's pack. Nevertheless he continued his trek deeper within the territory, lumbering up to the top. With the loss of his Warchief, the battalion, and the disappearance of his stalker-companion, Drakan felt that he had no purpose on this earth but to roam until something or someone sparks his interest.

After taking a few more steps deeper into the territory, he came to a sudden halt. A gust of wind worked it's way through his thick coat as he turned to look down to the lands below. It was a pleasant view to say the least, but why was a pack living here exactly? Drakan's gaze was drawn forward to the peak of the mountain out of curiosity. It was then that he drew his head back, tilting his nostrils to the heavens to release a somber, low call to the pack to alert his presence. Once his entrance song had come to an end, he squared up in preparation for the unknown. Would the pack head send a scout, or would it be the leader himself? Time will tell.

"Speak."