NOTE: Dated forward two days to 17th of December
He could scent the thick, pungent aroma of a pack nearby, and though he came within fifty meters of the border, the Psychopathic Flirt didn't cross over it or make any movement towards or away from it. Standing there for a few moments, he inhaled deeply, breathing in the pack musk, goldenrod eyes scanning the evergreen pines for any sign of life or movement. He needed to join a pack for the winter, but before he made his choice he wanted to know if there was at least one wolf that he could be around without wanting to disappear off into the wilderness. If the pack was small, that would be nice too, the best, actually. He hated being in large packs where there was no chance of having any sort of privacy. "I don't like being outnumbered in a pack, it makes for too much stupid around me," he muttered under his breath to himself as he began to pad at an even trot horizontal to the border. He didn't want to get too close to the pack border, but he did want to meet one of the pack members so he could figure out if it was the pack he wanted to join.
Aspen's thoughts drifted to a small pack that he had been forced to join the previous year because of the harshness of the winter, or he would have died from exposure, exhaustion or starvation. He knew that he wouldn't have been able to cause any trouble within the ranks or face being kicked out, but he had been too busy making sure he survived to worry about that. Hopefully this winter wouldn't be the same as the last, though he did enjoy watching the wolves fret about whether they would be able to find prey or not. It had been fascinating, and he had learned so much about how wolves responded in a crisis. "Oh how I love to watch them dance," he said maliciously, a vicious smirk appearing on his face.