Shyness taking over (joining?)

Coulter entered the pack's territory, weary and exhausted from the long walk. His paw throbbed horribly, slowing him. Still, he would not stop until he found a home.

Nervous, he looked around him, seeing that no one seemed to be there.

"Hello? Is anyone out there?" he called, shy. He had never met any Seracian wolves before, and he did not know if they would accept him into their society.
Sitting down, he waited for someone to answer. The wind blew softly around him, ruffling his fur and lifting his spirits. Even if this pack rejected him, he would find his place in the world. Coulter was certain of it.