A mid-morning sun began to turn glittering jewels of dew into small puddles on the earth below. The grey loner stalked a brown hare amidst the trees. His eyes narrowed, focusing intently on his hunt. The ex-prince had little to no experience hunting among trees, and he had certainly never caught a brown hare before. He had only ever hunted white hares with his birth pack in the mountains.
Before the wind could ruin his hunt, his powerful haunches launched him into a flying leap several feet in the air that brought him down right atop the prey. With a swift bite, it was slain. Nearly bursting with pride, the loner picked up his rabbit and went to stand right at the edge of the blackberry bush pack's well marked borders. He tilted his head back and howled.
In the mountains, he had been a strong howler, and could send forth a howl which would echo through the entire range his parents had owned. This howl was muffled considerably by the surrounding foliage, but such was not discouragement for the man.
Closing his maw, he sat down. It was most unlike him to be particularly submissive around leaders of packs, so he remained very neutral. He knew better than to be dominant, but submission was not something he was particularly good at. As he waited, the man stood and arranged the slain hare into a crouching position, so that if it hadn't been for its lolling neck it would've looked almost alive. Returning to his seat, he rehearsed his lines in his head. He hoped he would meet the female alpha, but beggars could not be choosers.
My name is Regem Rakkair, ex-prince of the Rakkair dynasty, and I come seeking a place in your pack. I am a valuable asset to you, for I can hunt, advise, teach, or guard. Wherever I am needed most, I will be happy to step in. He knew what he would say, and if he met the queen of the pack, then perhaps he would joke around a little...