He felt like he was back at square one in his life, scouting territories that would be suitable for a pack. The south had been a perfect spot, but had grown to crowded with packs. His choice had been to disband for the time being and he would call the pack together again once he had found something more suitable. All the hard work of the willows would have to be repeated once he found a new territory and he once again had a lot of work ahead of him. He was also alone once again which the solitude gave him plenty of time to think and plan.
He was feeling a bit like a failure to his family, but he was not giving up on his dream and he was sure the next time he spoke with Ivy that his sister would give him an earful. Shaking his head he tried to push back his thoughts for the moment as he pushed through the south, traveling further away from his home in the weeping woods. He had plans to go to the mangrove, but as he crossed the shore he could see an island not far off the shore. He had only ever explored one island and decided that he had time to swim to the island and do some scouting from there.
Swimming hadn't been to much of a problem for the large male, in fact it had been a very good work out for his muscles. He did however take a break when he got to shore, resting his dark body in the shade until the sun began to set. Once the sun would lower that when he began to roam once again. He took his time, studying the the foliage and even some creatures that lived here on the island. Then he began to move further into the island towards the ruins.
