It wasn't too long ago since the tall man had been accepted into Tortuga. And so far, he liked it. Well- the territories and such. He hasn't been assigned to patrol the borders or anything...so he guessed he was supposed to do it without permission? The man didn't know, and he didn't want to find out. He'd have to ask Qanik. But for now he'd follow pack events. Because he heard a howl from the familiar she-wolf, the one he met when he joined, he decided to go to her for whatever reason she wanted him there. Propelling around the trees, the man took the time to inhale the aroma of the forest and the smell of many wolves. But it was faint. Either way, he knew it was Tortuga he was in. And he knew he was going the correct way. The aroma of Qanik was getting stronger and stronger the closer he got.
Finally, the frozen lake appeared with two figures near it. One white as snow, and the other, a russet-brown and tan boy. He knew the white one was Qanik, but the other- he had absolutely no clue who he was. Aldoro skidded to a stop in the snow and nearly flipped over, but adjusted his balance and shook his crown fleetly. He sucked in a breath and neatly trotted over to the pair, before stopping before them and bowing his head to Qanik with respect. "Greetings, Qanik. And..." Aldoro lifted his head and turned to the russet man, a smile stretching the edges of his lips. "I don't think we've met yet?" This man looked kind and young. But all he knew in this pack was that it was small. But soon it would grow...he knew it.
