Blackfoot Forest "for Mrs. Long has just been here,

The big gray male was sitting on some flowers, disgracefully eating up the fox he had caught. Blood was on his muzzle, on his paws, and even one of his ears seemed to be covered in the red liquid. A call from his leader made him look up. It came from a direction he hadn't been to, and he raised an eyebrow. Had it already been a month since the pack was created? It seemed like it. He shrugged, slowly getting up and trotting in the direction the call had come from.

Coming closer and closer to the meeting place, he noticed a very sweet smell. It were roses, a lot of them, popping up here and then, but soon covering his entire vision. Jezus, how did he not know about this place? It was breathtaking, even with the too sweet smell filling up his nostrils. He looked around, slowing down his pace to admire the roses. But after a while, he stumbled upon the rest. He wasn't nervous, he wasn't excited, he was Gotham, and that was enough. He looked around, both seeing familiar faces and new ones. He chuckled softly, seeing all their friendly faces. It reminded him of his past. He took a seat, a fair distance away from the rest. His eyes rested upon their alpha, and a gentle, respectful smile was flashed to him. He looked around again, actually a little eager to hear who would be paired up.