Taking a step back he began to turn, content that this time he’d come a step closer to the border than the stroll of yesterday. It was unlike him, this indecisiveness and coming to terms with that fact, he stopped and looked back longingly. He was fed up with the loner life, he wanted a pack, he wanted company. He missed mooching and being mooched off of under the name of family and kinship. There was no need to watch out for your back as it was a duty unconsciously fulfilled by one’s pack mates, an extension of love and mutual understanding.
To howl or not to howl? It was the thought that filled his mind. A loner for months uncounted he intuitively knew he was nearing his two year mark. It was time for a change, he decided, turning back in the direction of the scent marker. Then again should he? He backed up still yet indecisive.
"Ah, to hell with it." He muttered to himself crossing the remainder of the way to the border. “Think of the benefits, strength in numbers, caches of free food…but then again my time would cease to be my own, I’d have to abide to the orders of whatever alpha…but heck I follow orders still with my stomach and its grumbling.”
Now before the scent marker he howled out a greeting to the wolves beyond it, announcing his presence to the pack wolves in the vicinity, for better...or worse.