Familiar

Speech

Torin had been making his way back home, feeling the pull of Lirim dragging him back home. He missed his familiar home, he missed Derecho. But he had promised himself he'd make one more stop on his way home, a scent of a new pack having lodged itself in his mind. He was slightly unkempt as he approached the border in the forest, and Torin stopped to take a moment to settle his fur. Aware he was probably very tired looking but at least he could try and make himself look a bit better.

Torin wondered vaguely why the scent of the pack was familiar to him, tugging at his memory but unable to summon anything else concrete. Sighing and shaking his head Torin summoned his voice, sending out a call for any high ranking wolves within the pack.