Even the insane need a home.

Ichoth stood decidedly at the edge of the border, pawing absently at the long grass on which he stood. He peered out and over the long strands in search of movement and lifted his head, inhaling the many concentrated scents that threatened to swallow him. Thick-furred tail swished gently behind the dark hound as he walked-nay, paced - along the border. This was not like him. His lip curled up in distaste. The slate male was not fond of waiting on anyone else. But, alas, he had found himself in this seemingly new world by chance, and had no choice but to adapt. He had to remember that the wolves here are not as sickly and weak as the ones of his home that he defeated so long ago. His stomach growled at the thought. Mmm... They did provide me a rather satisfying meal. The thought was unwelcome, and he pushed it away, cursing silently under his breath. Oh how he longed to once again indulge in wolf-flesh.

The sun blistered his eyes and he let them narrow, only a hare of silver left to peer through. A deep growl rumbled suddenly from within his chest, and he threw his head back and called out with a booming howl. There. Maybe now someone would come to welcome him.

OOC :: Hello everyone, I'll warn ahead of time that I haven't RP'd in at least... what, five years? So if it sucks, I apologize. I'll get better with more practice, promise! Always up for plots and friends and enemies and everything! Just PM me. c: