Cam had been content in his wandering. Even with the winter months, he had found himself wanting for little. He simply wandered, occasionally being taken in by one pack or another but quickly finding his paws carrying him away from their borders. No place felt truly right, but that was fine by him. Was that not the point of their coming of age voyage? His brothers and sister had all taken them when coming of age and he was no exception.
He hummed to himself as the larger than average man weaved carefully through the thicket. There were hints of a pack having existed here, though the evidence was faded. He recognized the signs. He’d come across a number of them in the months following the start of his journey, though it had taken awhile to piece such information together. A soft tune still carried through his lips, the only indication other than scent that he existed.
sorry baby girl but i can't tonight