Charred Ash Draw Dreadful to meet you

Garmir was idling in the pack territory. Having no tasks to perform made him feel useless, but he tried his best to fit in. His encounter with Anaeia still lingered in his head, Garmir starting to regret his choice and slowly beginning to see wrong in his previous way of thinking. Still, he had not entirely abandoned his believes. There was plenty of good in the Greater pack, but not all. He had decided to dedicate himself to Charred Ash Draw now, as his previous path had led him to dead end. He could not return home, not until he had killed Anaeia, but alas no matter how he tried, he could not bring himself to do it. Hence, he was a failure and exile until the end of his days - unless this pack made something out of him.

He should hunt, not for himself but for the pack, bring some food to the table and be useful. His injuries from deathmath with Anaeia had mostly healed, enough for him to be able to again run without effort. He took a breath, enjoying the cold winter and scents it carried into his nostrils, there was no prey nearby but Garmir could taste faint scents of some of the pack members.

There were still wolves in the pack Garmir had not talked to as the earthen male was not one to make approaches. Sure, he might give a nod or otherwise acknowledge member when seeing, but chatter was never his forte and unless there was something that needed to be said, he typically said nothing. That was perhaps something he should practice on - being more social. His mind lingered while on this thought and as Garmir stood up onto his paws from the snowy ground, he went not hunting for prey, but instead chose to follow a scent of wolf that he had not yet properly introduced himself to. @Dread was his name? Propably he was much nicer guy than what his name might suggest - Garmir hoped. He followed the scent for a good while, all the while thinking how he should speak. He was of the lowest rank so something.. ugh.. properly submissive was required, even if he had to fake it.