Fill up my cup

The knolls seemed like a perfect place to have a pack, among the other three territories he had scented they had. It seemed like many of the packs were centered in the warmer lands, unlike the single northern pack Sonticus. Antonio simply stood at the borders, his pastel eyes looked at the area and still thinking the same thing he had been thinking for a long time. He was nearly finished speaking with all the packs, he had almost met every alpha in the land. How things would turn out though, he was unsure of. The ambassador wanted to make sure he knew where every pack was so when he chose a place to settle down in, it would be inbetween and more conveinent for them.

The mexican wolf would raise his head and howl out loud in a call for the alpha. It was not urgent, it would tell the alpha to take their time. If they wanted to ask him to leave he would. He would remain not entering their lands out of respect and knowing he might just get pulled in because of how some of their nature's were. As his head lowered, he waited patiently. Again hoping in the back of his heart, that things would go well. Yet he would not throw a fit if they didn't either.