An exiles entrance

As much as Tadrith wished to try things on his own, living under his own rules and nobody elses he was at least willing to swallow his pride and realise the difficulties of remaining nothing more than a vagrant. He needed a place where he could thrive, somewhere that understood him. Perhaps the first pack he came across would not be a good fit for him but Tadrith decided there was no harm in trying and he was at least willing to bite his tongue somewhat and give them a try. Life would just be so much easier for himself if part of a pack afterall.

He'd travelled for several days now stopping at streams for a drink, sleeping where he could find a sheltered spot when he grew tired and hunting small game along the way. All he wanted to do was put enough distance between himself and the life he'd left behind making him feel as though he had turned his back on them when that was not really the truth.

For the first time on his journey he had finally come across what seemed to be the scent markers of a border. He would not go any further not willing to invade but he did not call straight away either. Instead lingering and trying to decide - will he won't he? At last he had made his choice, tilting his maw and making his presence known. Come see if you want me.