Muscled legs would lead the blue eyed man to the forest, he was drawn to them. This forest was filled with great redwoods. He smiled, he loved this kind of scenery. That was when it hit him, the scent, pack. He was trespassing. He wondered what kind of pack this was, was it loyal and trusting like his old pack. HIs old pack was the best one could ask for, especially if you're heir to the throne. But that was all gone now, he needed a new pack. He couldn't exactly stalk in and yell, "Hello I am Legolas Greenleaf, heir to a long forgotten land, give me your throne." No he would have to start off at the bottom, like any other would do. He was a nobody here, he was not prince of a great realm. He was him, an ordinary Joe. For some odd reason, he liked it. Not having a huge responsibility, weighing down on you.
Head would tip back as he filled his lungs with woodland air, and howled. The sound ringing out through the forest. Someone would definitely have heard. He sat, waiting, to see who would come. He would leave if he didn't want to stay, didn't believe in their laws. But he would stay if he thought it was a worthy pack.
"Speech"
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