Exploring was something that this being did well, and this time it brought him to a vast plain. Sniffing the air, he was smart to notice that the boundary of a pack lie pretty close to him. The yearling froze, raising a paw as he surveyed the lands before him. What would it be like to belong to a group of wolves, and to have a place to call your home? He could actually hunt with others and take down large prey. He would no longer have to scavenge for his food or snack on mice and small prey. He would have wolves to protect, and would have those around him to truly care for. How nice would it be to at last have a family after months of being alone?
Bass fell to his rump just outside the markers, not wishing to enter the land without permission. He was curious, but he wasn't stupid. A soft whine passed from his lips as his longing to belong somewhere grew the longer he thought about it. He craved a place to call his own, to grow up with wolves to mentor and guide him. The brute found that he couldn't pull himself away from that marker, but was too afraid to howl and summon someone. So he just sat there and waited. Who knew, perhaps someone would come walk past and see him!
