Home?

It was a long trek….very long… especially in his new shiny armor. Pup muscles were not used to the extra weight, but he had no other place to store it…yet. He’d been reluctant to join any pack and he still had plans to meet Alarr for their journey… he needed to make sure that this pack wouldn’t cause any problems with those plans. In fact, he had a lot of questions that he wanted answered before he committed himself to any pack.

He’d lingered outside of the packs borders for a day or so, his lack of hunting skills were hidden by the armor but he was tired…and hungry. He couldn’t stay without a pack for much longer especially with winter coming. Thus, the pup would take a deep breath and walk towards the field that Siobhan had mentioned…at least…he hoped this was the right pack. If not…that’d be embarrassing. When the scent of the borders hit his nose he came to a sudden and jarring halt. Shaking out his nerves, armor rattling a bit as he did (it was a tad too big for him due to being lighter than usual). Another deep breath, followed by a heavy exhale.

Skull lifted, the former prince held his head high as he looked around, ears pushed forward as he let out a series of short howls to alert the pack to his presence, a special note calling for Siobhan as well. When his voice finally fell silent, Sandor would wait, ears twitching to pick up sounds as eyes scanned the field looking for an approaching wolf and Siobhan.