Porcupine Ridge A possible pack member

Jolon stumbled across the uneven surface, bits covered in a thin layer of snow. He had never been in such an environment before, but liked the view from up here. He felt the cold air go through his coal black fur and it filled him with delight. He gazed at the vale down below, completely in aw of it's beauty. Abruptly he stopped in his tracks. Did he hear that right, or were his ears playing a game with him? It sounded like howls, but the last time he checked he didn't cross a border of any sort. This called for further investigation. If it was a pack he could be very lucky or in big trouble. Living as a rogue was hard, even for a strong full-grown male as himself. Being isolated for this long had made him wish he had just stayed in the pack who had brutally murdered his father.

Long after that dark thought got stuck in his mind he smelled something. It was a scent any wolf could recognize. There were indeed other wolves in this area, and he had now found himself at the border of a pack territory. For a moment he stood still, not sure what to do in this situation. If he would just barge into the territory he would most likely be killed. He went through his options at this point, but the only option he could come up with was howl and wait for a response. Jolon lifted his head in the air and howled. His strong voice could be heard from miles away, so he was sure someone would've heard him. He lay down at the border, waiting for someone to greet him or fight him.

@Capriccio @Taggarik