He could hardly believe his luck today, here he had yet been in the lands for but a few days and suddenly he was on the path that was finally coming to an end. Or so it seemed. <b>"Splendid!"</b> He squealed the word with high pitched whines. <b>"How is he? How does the pack fair? It is Swift River correct? Are there..are there puppies?"</b> Would they be related to him? Would he be allowed to raise and watch over them much like he had done in his birth pack before. So many questions ran through his mind, he pictured the pack - or whom he could manage to form their faces, he left room for blurred un-faced wolves for all the ones he had yet to meet. His mind played scenarios of how his meeting would unfold with his kin, and he pictured lots and lots of puppies running around with their bellies full of meat, happy and playing. It was all he had been dreaming of the past few months. His expressive and creative mind had the picture perfect pack scene that reeled through his mind like a personal heaven all of his own.
<b>"Would you take me there?"</b>