The large red furred man patrolled the pack's territory dutifully, legs moving in a rhythmic stride. His tail lay flat, his posture overall confident but calm. He had joined Willow Ridge in hopes of growing in the skills his parents had taught him and to find company. The solitude of his adventures was no longer satisfying and the male wanted something knew. It was not easy to tell if he'd settle in and stay here or not, his wandering paws went with the wind it seemed. Wanderlust filled his bones but as he aged he found himself more inclined to stay in one place longer than normal. Perhaps he would grow out of his habits.
Cass snorted to himself, honey eyes surveying his surroudings every so whatful like. He left his mark here and there, strengthing the pack's markers with a new scent. He was an able body and mind and a new force within the pack to be reckoned with by outsiders.