could this be any more strange?

It had been almost two years now since the fall of the last Lentajin pack he had served and it had been a hard two years full of wandering and emptiness. He had no queen to serve, no pups to sit, no comrades to entertain and regale with tales. He had nothing and that left him feeling completely and utterly lost. He had wandered for a long time, eventually returning to his homeland in search for some pack with some resemblance of his birth pack but he had come up empty. Finding only some family packs who had taken him in for short times and sometimes hopping into a larger pack when he could. But it never lasted long. It never felt right. Not since Sade... And so the tiny male would hop in and out of packs, helping where needed and teaching things as he could but generally never staying long. But still the pack life called to him. So maybe that was why he found himself back in the strange land Sade's pack had moved to after the volcano eruption in their original settlement. It was the last place he had really felt at home. He hadn't scoped out many packs, simply moving to the first one he had found. So there he was, standing a mere 50 metres from the scent boarders and staring in longingly. Would they accept him and his ideals? Would they allow him to continue his practices without judging his beliefs? Could he maybe finally find a home? So with that the tiny male would tip back his skull and let out a short howl looking for entrance. Would someone come? Slowly he would sit, allowing red and black markings to be show freely as well as the blue ones he had painted on his own fur.