Broken Boulder milton joins a pack!

Thinner and more fatigued by the day, Alarian was nonetheless out and hunting along the borders when he heard the call. He couldn't stomach anything yet; everything he caught went to the caches. The Governor immediately abandoned his hunting at the unfamiliar howl, turning promptly to answer the call. Another joiner, he figured; part of him wondered if the wolf would be from Grimnismal, another poor soul fleeing the bear.
The male he approached didn't look anything like a refugee, though. He was deep brown, with striking pink eyes; not bad looking, actually. Alarian chuffed as he approached, tail swishing. Hello, He offered a careful smile as he drew nearer. Welcome to the Bracken Sanctuary. I'm Alarian, the Governor; are you looking for temporary shelter, a home, or just some help?