Hopes for forgivness

The cream colored man came to the boarders of Valhalla in hopes of the alpha's forgiveness. Having been gone so long he wasn't really considered a part of the beautiful pack any longer, though he had the fading scent of the pack on his pelt. Knowing his paws were already close to crossing the boarder he didn't dare take another step forward.

The man wondered if he would even be welcomed back as his muzzle lifted to the sky and out rang his cry for some one, anyone to come, and give him permission to enter his home once more. This is where his nephew lived, the pack that reminded him of his lost mate and pups, the pack that took him in and trained him when he had no training at all what so ever...well aside from his hunting skill. The fact that his dearest sister Morgan would not be joining him didn't affect how he felt about Valhalla, the only thing that would be able to do that is if he were to fall in love with another woman and he didn't see that happening any time soon.

Silently the man let his hind quarters rest on the ground, as his tail thumped on the ground. All that was left now was to wait quietly.