He had spent many nights there, exploring the terrain he had been born to -- the plan had always been to bring it to life, yet his golden brother had sworn his allegiance to the she-wolf who had also once roamed the Creek lands.. with this deception, Nios was uncertain of Mirren's plans now. There was none to stake claim with him, and he wasn't entirely certain he wanted the role of Leader - for now, he was simply content to be close to his old den.. and even more so, his brother.
Despite feeling betrayed by his brother's choice of life without considering him to discussion, Nios opted to choose a home that did not stray far from his age mate. His exploration had lead him here -- he knew nothing of the pack, spare that the scents were new.. and perhaps, newly established was his best way in at the moment.
The stocky ebony male stood at the edge of the claimed borders, his figure held neutrally as the spring wind swept past him. His nose lifted to the air, taking in the scents of those that lingered within the fields-- such an open home, it seemed a foreign concept to the wolf. Still, he waited, hoping the regals of the land would come upon him soon.
'cause its home, but it's gone