@Mako || Morning, Few Clouds, 35.6 ° F, 2 ° C
The boy hadn't quite recovered from the beating he had received in the south. His wounds might have been healed but his emotions hadn't been patched up. He didn't dare to go to past the borders of the Surge. Maybe he wasn't comfortable here but he knew it would be far worse out there. Sometimes - like now - he tiptoed the line with a fearful curiosity. Certainly no one would be foolish enough to attack him if he stayed on the guarded side of the borders.
His features grew pensive the more he lingered. He was a fool for thinking things would get better just for joining up with a pack. While most wolves here seemed to be friendly with him, it was nothing like he had imagined it. Perhaps it was because he had always envisioned his mother with him. Mama's Boy had been a title he had earned and it seemed it was one he was going to keep.
With a huff, he turned around and began to walk back towards the heart of the territory. The Balik's head hung low, unaware of just what might be in front of him...