Halgen was weary as he pushed his way through the forest and along the creek. He had managed to remain calm throughout his entire journey despite what he may or may not have seen. The light tawny male gave a small shiver as his paws crunched in the snow below him. He was unsure, to an extent, about what he was to do. His hunger gnawed at his stomach. He had no choice, he had to join a pack or he would surely die. Life as a lone wolf throughout the winter was dangerous; he had nearly died last time. Halgen forced himself to smile as he found the borders of a pack, his eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to look farther in the distance. Was there a pack wolf nearby? It seemed as if there wasn't.


Hal let his body shrink down as much as he could. He crouched down and tried to make it appear he was as small as possible. The man had been contemplating grovelling his way into a pack, however he had an issue with begging to become part of a family he barely knew. No, he had to figure something else out. I shall not grovel; I shall offer what I have to offer and if they decide I shall not stay than I shall not. He determined, but he had another issue, he had no idea if he had much to offer. I can hunt, but with my shape it won't look like it! If he looked scrawny than he appeared weak and this unnerved him. Although he was a kind fellow, he was not one that would let others trampled across him and steal everything he had to own and to offer. Hal had fought for his food before; fighting between lone wolves in the middle of winter was not uncommon after all.


Halgen finally worked up the nerve to raised his muzzle from the ground and howl for the alphas. If he could get an audience with him, then it was a start. He began to think once more about what he did have to offer. He could hunt and fight; this he could prove if he had the opportunity. Perhaps he could work a deal with them. He could ask them to give him a chance. If this failed, he would likely not survive the winter. This would not bode well with him; he needed this pack.


He could still hear the creek as he stood a decent amount away from the borders. He hoped that the male or female alpha who showed up would allow him to at least prove himself. When the snow falls a hundred feet. Winter was surely there, the sun did not shine upon him, instead snow fell from clouds that shrouded the heavens. The lea before him seemed peaceful in the snow almost. Almost. Halgen missed his home, his own stretch of land that he could claim. He awaited the alphas to grace him with their presence. The well marked borders before him; there was no turning back now.

The snow fell from the heavens – perhaps once, it was a beautiful sight to the male. The start of winter, the alabaster male had been anxious to lure Kyros and Hypatia out to enjoy the whimsical nature winter could offer. Of course, this had not happened, and the moment the snow had begun to fall, there had been no true end to it. The accumulation was far more than he had witnessed in his life, and at a wolf who had reached his prime age, it was a statement.


This day was no different, and once more the male rounded the borders, marking his territory. Scraps of bark were missing from the trees where his claws had dug in, leaving the imprint of Magnolia Glen. He rubbed himself along the bases after, leaving his scent behind before he would prowl forward and continue to do so to the next one. Yet a howl went up through the air, and while at one point the regal would have held hope that a promising rogue remained politely on the outskirts of his pack, he now knew better. The past few weeks had been busy around the pack borders, and while Phineas had turned some away, he had been just as loathe to accept them within his home. With no food, there was little to share among the members the Glen currently harbored. He would not give entry to just anyone.


And so he set off at a quick lope. The snow slowed him, but as the moments passed, he finally came upon the tawny figure who had released the summon to the air. The Argyris man moved with an air of confidence, despite his thinning frame from the winter months, and with stoical orange eyes, he regarded the stranger, awaiting for him to speak of why he had been requested.

Everything that drowns me makes me feel alive

Though he was asking for a home; Hal was weary of the leader who had showed himself and he was on edge. He was nervous because he had never joined a pack before. He was born in a pack and when he left he did not find a new pack. Not until now at least. He caught the scent of mountain goat on the horizon and Hal smiled slightly. Another man arrived and Hal simply gave a nod to his question. "I am aware of the harshness of winter. I am aware that so far I have offered not a single skill or reference of loyalty. But I know a way to prove myself right here and now sir." He said with a whisper as he pointed his muzzle in the direction of a goat.


"Two goats." The words were hushed and simple as he looked in the direction. Maybe, just maybe a hunt could convince the subordinate who had just shown himself as well as the leader who had showed up but said nothing to him. He wiped the grin off his face and he almost had a desperate look to him. He was desperate to prove himself; probably because he wasn't good enough for his old pack. Sinister Falls saw him as too weak because he was no leader. "Let me hunt with you and I can assure you I can prove to you my skills." He said as his last plea to them both. He was still bowed in submission.

Everything that drowns me makes me feel alive

Hal gave a nervous smile to the leaders as he realized this hunt could make or break his chances. Correction; they would make or break his chances because if he failed this hunt there was no way the unnamed leader would grant him entrance. Even if he successfully hunted the creature there was no guarantee that he would be a member of the pack. He didn't even know the pack's name but he did know that he liked the way they were laid out already. He didn't want the goats to finish fighting before he had even gotten to them so he pushed off with a small smile and his eyes narrowed. He had grown up in Sinister Falls which was located in the mountains. He had hunted plenty of mountain goats before and hopefully this hunt would be as successful as the last one he had been in.


He noted as the black subordinate headed off after him and he stalked along silently and downwind of the goats. He was nervous only for the fact that he had to take it down alone. The lowest amount of wolves that he had been with to take down a mountain goat was with another wolf. He was confident though; his survival kind of depended on how focused he was. He noted the faintest scent of moose in the distance and noted that for later he could retrieve the carcass. It might help if he were to show up with two mountain goats {though one is being hunted by the black subordinate} and a moose that had some meat left on it.


Since the goats were preoccupied fighting they had enormous blind spots that Hal hid in and used to his advantage. A larger smile crossed his muzzle as he planned out his attacks carefully. The fighting might be to his advantage. They were both injured. Though if he waited out the fight than he might lose the opportunity to have both brought back. No, they were both hurting each other and therefore they were weaker than they would normally be. He noted silently to himself about the danger of the horns they were fighting with and he got into position. He just had to wait..... wait for the right timing.


Three. Two. One. NOW!


He rushed forward at the goats and aimed the separate the larger one from the smaller one. He would take this one down.