Blackfeather Woods The Great Unknown

Assuming he's accepted.

Much like Vandal, Terich-mir also settled uneasily into this pack, though his acceptance was much more volatile than Vandal's. However, Terich hadn't done much exploring past their hastily found den, simply for the fact that Vuk was exhausted and he had promised to spend time with her and Seff alike. He thought perhaps it was time to teach Seff a thing or two about his herb lore, scant as it was. He also hoped to work on his ranging talents, though he didn't think it wise to leave the territory so soon. Perhaps in a few weeks, after they'd truly settled in, he would begin to wander again. For now, he was content to remain within the woods.

Today he was mentally mapping the area, noting the different pockets of activity, where wolves gathered or shied away from. He also found the creek, which he followed upstream for some miles, before he found another wolf nearby. His scent was vaguely like the woods, and so he assumed the other was also new. Hello, he greeted with a dip of his muzzle. I'm Terich-mir. Are you new, too? He stopped a few yards short of the other, honoring personal space, for he didn't know how the other wolf would react to close proximity.