I can not bear the shame

He had been traveling for about 2 years now and he had yet to find anything to hold him to a spot. He was holding tight the the ways of his parents, living and fending for himself. He had to admit that it was never easy, but it had been how he was raised. It was all he had left of the little German couple and though it was a life that lacked social interaction he dealt with it the best he could. He had met a few wolves here and there, but none of them had a lasting relationship. Packs had never been something he had considered, just because he had never had any interest in them.

He had just recently arrived within a new set of territories and had done a sort bit of exploring. Mainly his concern was finding a place to settle for the winter. To settle down in one spot over winter gave him better chances to survive, but he had to find a good spot. So far is seemed the East was a good spot, but what territory in particular?

He moved forward at an easy lope, his nose twitching as he smelled the water from the falls. He headed for it, looking to explore the area and see if this may be the spot he was looking for. His body language was neutral for the tall wolf as he moved, his orange eyes bright as they took the world in. As he grew closer to the shoreline his eyes spied a dark figure lingering on the shore. He stopped for a moment to focus on the figure before he realized it was another wolf.

"Hello," his deep voice greeted from a far before he began to approach the other wolf.