It had been a year since Arren had left his human friend... Two years without contact from another of his species. He did not spite his human though, without her he would have died. If not because of his mothers neglect, then by the very pigment of his skin. It was a curse that should never befall an arctic wolf. His fur color forced him have several months of struggle, not to mention also forcing him to stay more than a year with his human. But he was insecure if that was necessarily a bad thing, since he was unaware of his siblings status after they parted ways. He believed the only reason the human had kept him was because he was the contrasting pup of the litter.

     Who knew? Humans were as fickle and strange to him as ever, even after spending a year with one. Ever since the huntress chose him, he was alone. Alone to fend for himself and survive in the wild. It had honed his skills as an independent hunter but his species worked as a group. He could feel some pack out there calling to him. Every night of his life he felt a pang of anxiety, of uncertainty, if he would ever make it out there to a pack that would accept him. To his luck about three days ago he had arrived to an area completely dominated by wolves. 

     He could smell each packs territory, many were scattered throughout the landscape. Now he was heading for the closest peak. To him it seemed that the lower ground he was on would warm quite a bit in the summer, and his thick arctic coat would not do him well, so he decided to head for a colder setting. One where he could chose the climate he wanted. He found one, one that stood out from the landscape as a spire in the night. The little sister to a larger peak he could see further away. He estimated that he would be moving up and down the mountain several times a year in order to have comfortable climate. 

     One thing he was hesitant about was the temperature change the difference in elevation might bring. There was only one way to find out, to see for himself. Arren stuck out his nose and felt a gust of wind that marked a territory bound for one of the packs. In his excitement he began sprinting towards the mark. Two years of waiting were finally over! He would have his pack! He dodged around trees, rocks, and other obstacles at incredible speeds. His chest puffed in and out with every breath, plumes of vapor rose from his maw.

    He couldn't contain himself, he got to the mark, skidded to a stop, and gave a long, deep, howl. One that was an impetus to everything in the forest, making prey scatter about, and making wolves plan their approach to it. His bones ached for some other presence. He hurriedly sniffed out the trails and followed the most recent. His body completely blending in with the forest, all that could be seen were his eyes, his teeth, and the small clouds that rose with every exhale he gave. He was a phantom in the night. This is where he belonged!

A howl beckoned, and from her spot elsewhere along the dark borderlands, she began to shift course. It was curiosity with duty combined that pressed her forward, and courtesy her familiarity with the paths and her ease over the terrain here, she made good time in covering ground to him. Her nose was sharp and soon enough, she caught glimpse of him -- dark-coated, blending remarkably.. but she was not much different. From the shadowed cover she arose smoothly and left nothing to be mistaken; these very trails were marked purposefully with her scent, her ownership. Her tail twitched in its upward arc over her back and she approached him from the front, poised.

With a pointed look and a curious glint in her minty stare, her question was clear despite her silence. He evidently had enough purpose here to raise up a summons, so she did not think he would be withholding the details of his intentions. Most were intuitive enough to put it together quickly, and she hoped he would be too while she wanted to see more of him -- and namely, how he'd respond to her.

OOC: It doesn't matter to me if you didn't write that much, cuz i was just so eager to rp on here. You did the right thing. My Spring Break ends tonight :(

Arren felt the smell getting stronger and stronger. Soon enough he saw another wolf before him. He leapt out in excitement and began sniffing her body. She had many scents on her including the smell of her pack mates. He pulled himself together, and sat back a few inches from her muzzle. An awkwardly short distance away from her. He apologized "Um, sorry, I just haven't seen another of my species in two years, until now." He smiled innocently. 

The loner was oblivious to his trespassing, and to normal wolf behaviors in general. After a long, strange, silent, pause, he continued "I just wanted to know if I could see your pack..." He tried to stay as courteous and formal as possible. His voice was deep and it was quite funny to see him stuttering and stumbling like that. He looked like a babe inside the body of an adult. He then looked closer at her posture and her body. She seemed stiff and alarmed. He asked "I'm sorry... Is something...wrong? Is it something I did?"

In his mind he was shouting 'Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I should just get going and let her be. She doesn't want me to join the pack! God damn it, my one chance to meet with a wolf in two years and a mess is up!' Just then he looked down at his paws and closed his eyes in rage, and embarrassment.