By tomorrow he could be a pack wolf. Something he had hoped never to be again unless it had been on his own terms. There was cold logic as to why he was here; he needed the support a pack could offer to get him ready for adulthood, and more silently, ready to run his own pack and alongside that, he needed to hurt Volkan, not physically but emotionally as she had done to him. With a final snort at the very acitions he was taking, he threw his head back and allowed his melodic howl to slip into the evening sky, a calling for any member close by.
This was going to be tough, there was no doubt about it and he had to play it cool. He was going to have to keep his Mr.Nice Guy routine up all of the time, even his dreams had to be of unicorns and rainbows rather then the death and destruction that normally filled his head. He never had trouble with his manners but he knew there were going to be times ahead when he was going to have to bite his tongue, to follow orders like a mindless drone and take actions he knew were illogical. It was the joys of being a pack wolf... a subordinate position was no doubt what he was going to be handed out, but he had to deal with that and remember he was doing all of this for a reason. Who knows, perhaps the experience would be the making of him, a change in his character, it might suck the darkness from him.... ha, what a stupid idea.
He allowed his leathery pads to push him forwards, he took only a single step over the border before he lowered himself to sit. His defenses were high, ghostly grey gaze continuiously scanned the terrain around him whilst his ears moved and twitched in all directions- he was not going to be caught off guard. With his body tense,ready to move and senses primed for movement, he threw his head back once more and let another cry fill the air.
Now, it was a waiting game.</blockquote>
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