Shay had, remarkably, recovered completely from his face-slide down the side of a canyon during the earthquake. Sure he was minus an eye and his face had seen better days but he had survived, somehow managed to avoid a serious infection and the wounds were nearly healed over so that was good, right? He certainly had nothing he wanted to complain about there. The fractures too, had mostly healed though the leg was still tender and he made it a point to be careful with it. The whole process was fascinating, really. The right treatment applied in the correct way at the proper time, and the body could heal from such remarkable things.
It hadn't been long ago that he'd decided himself healed enough not to need someone's help, so he'd just left and begun working his way northward. He'd decided, after his injury, that his long-term survival would be best served by joining a pack so that in the event of another catastrophic injury he'd have a plan already in place for a healer. He'd been lucky to find someone from another pack willing to take care of him, and it would be foolish to depend on luck. The pack he'd been healed by was, however, fairly full and tended toward the lighter alignments - not a bad thing of course, but Shay couldn't see that being the most logical choice to make for himself. His second thought had been for the only other pack he'd encountered, back when the pack was still on Mt. Volkan... the pack was called Tortuga, if he remembered correctly, and they had appeared to be fairly adept. Perhaps there.
The pack had moved since then, of course, but a few polite questions to rogues who had paid more attention than he was soon able to point him in the right direction and he set off that way. The journey made his leg ache so he was careful to hold it up as much as possible, but it went fairly quickly, and he soon found himself at the borders.
Curiously, he cocked his head to the side to better take in the view with his only remaining eye. The scent had changed a little, with a new alpha and new members, but it seemed relatively unchanged other than that. He nearly walked past the scent markers, but reconsidered and instead sent a polite, querying howl for the pack's alpha, then settled in to wait, which seemed like the socially acceptable thing to be doing in that situation.
"Speech"
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