Offer me that deathless death [Maija! Joining maybe?]

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Well, part of him always knew this would happen. He had put it off, had been lingering in the area near his mother's pack for months, but now he was finally going to do it. He was finally going to do it. He wasn't sure if he actually wanted to be a part of this pack, but he wasn't sure where else to go. He wanted to be a part of something and make himself useful... Well, he wanted to not be a complete disappointment anyway. The cold winter sun shone down on his mostly golden pelt, the light bringing out the intricate designs that wove their way through the band of slate blue that draped itself over his shoulders and down his back. Acidic green eyes took in the moor that stretched out in front of him, his huge paws standing at Arcanum's boarder. The massive male was ready for a change. Whether this was the right one or not was yet to be seen.

He shook out his vibrant fur, letting it settle over his muscled form. Surprisingly he wasn't nervous. It took quite a bit to shake him these days. He was an adult now, the product of a less than perfect family life. A loner by trade and a family man by nature. Dark colored ears flicked indecisively before he finally lifted his head and let out a deep howl, his voice echoing out into the territory, calling his mother and anyone else that wanted to greet him at the border. It was now or never.