the times they are a-changing

travel brought him to the west of this new land, and Holland wasn't sure what to think about it. the dry landscape was littered with greenery in a few places, especially here at this valley. he'd have no trouble finding the herbs he needed to build an excellent cache but the problem was that this was some pack's land. no stranger to communities, he'd march the length before the scent-line with intent in his pale gaze. he was a simple wolf and it'd been a year since he walked with others. maybe this was some blessing in disguise. if he could work here, learn here, he'd have no trouble. it was only a matter of if they'd take him.

lifting his head, the young man would call for the alpha or leader or whatever the hell the person called themselves. he had no prior knowledge and maybe it was risky to ask for an audience but whatever. you only lived once. today was as good as any day to die. he'd done nothing wrong. his paws were firmly before the pack's lands, not over. and if they didn't take him, he'd go somewhere else. it wasn't like a pack couldn't use more healers anyway. between the heat and the coming cold months, his craft would be in demand. he only hoped to learn the foliage here before that time came. he couldn't exactly heal without herbs. what, did they expect him to grow mold along his back to harvest?

but wouldn't that be something? for now, he'd left his bottom grace the ground as he sat. waiting for anyone to approach.