Don't fret precious, I'm here (claiming)

Some time had passed since he'd been in the Northern territories. But his mind was still not made up on just what he wished to do. Yet when he heard a howl, his curiosity was piqued. There was a fading scent in the lands, but there was no doubt what kind of howl that was. He'd heard the leaders of the Christmas Pack and its sister packs being claimed. Their numbers together totaling over a hundred. But he'd been related to most, if not all of them and thus that was another reason he'd decided to venture forth to another land. Somewhere that his bloodline did not yet exist. But he was still homesick from time to time.

Silent, careful, he padded toward the voice that had let loose that howl. Being a loner, he tried his best to crouch, to appear smaller than those with rank, especially in their presence in the lands they had laid claim to. The rise of a new drew him in, curious to learn of its culture and its rules. To determine whether or not he might fit. Thus far, he had not found a place he felt entirely comfortable with as he had in his over large birth pack where his own parents ruled with various extended family members taking a leadership position nearby due to the sheer number of the Kringles and those who had joined their linage to theirs.

He bowed his head to the one making the claim. His tail resting against his hind legs. Perhaps when others arrived the male might speak and let his intensions be known. He thought it rude to speak when he didn't know the male. Despite his burgeoning questions. Still, he dare not interrupt. Surely what he wanted to know, needed to know would be proclaimed.