Spring was finally here, Gotham's favorite time of year. He had always liked the sun more than the gray skies that painted the earth in a thick coat of white. It had such a depressing effect on him. The sun didn't paint the earth in any tone, it painted it in color only to reveal the earth's beauty. Flower's bloomed, new life began. It showed that the cycle of life went on, even when the Gods brought the most coldest day to earth.

Two gray eyes scanned the brute's surroundings. He hadn't noticed he had fallen asleep until he had awakened. He had not had the time to build a sleeping place. Not that it was needed with the warm days coming up, but it would definitely be appreciated. The gray warrior had slept on some soft grass, away from the others. He barely knew anyone here, so why waste his time with finding a place to sleep near them. If they wanted him to, they should just tell him. But he knew that one day he must join them all, or at least the wolf who he would be paired up with. He wasn't excited, he wasn't mad. He was Gotham, and that was good enough.

He got up, his muscles weary for sleeping in a weird position. This didn't stop his nose from working though. The faint smell of a female in his pack reached him. First he thought nothing of it, but a small voice in his head said he must follow it. And so he did. He always trusted his instincts, even if it told him to stalk someone. He put his muzzle to the ground and his feet started moving by itself. He would find her, he was sure of it.

His nose led him outside Rosing's territory, away from the place he called home. He was a little nervous to leave like this, afraid something might happen while he was away, but he had to trust his gut. He had already put too much effort into this stalking to stop now.

He was led to a place that had the aroma of something he didn't like all too much. It were flowers. He could stand the strong scent of roses, but so many different smells all mixed together was a horror for the sensitive guy. Did it stop him? Not really. He kept chasing the faint scent of the female, all the way to where he could see two wolves talking to each other, surrounded by flowers. He snorted. Was this what his gut wanted him to do? Socialize? He snorted once again, but couldn't help to come closer to the pair.

May I? He asked, his voice low, like a mighty warrior. He had his eyes on the female who he did not know the name of, sort of ignoring the other male. He wasn't here because he followed his scent after all.

Just as the warrior was going to answer the stranger's question, he was interrupted by someone he faintly remembered. They had spoken, but to call them buddies was a long shot. They were pack mates, nothing else to it really. So was... Maja he called her. Gotham assumed this was the girl's name. His name was already given to the stranger, but he just felt like he needed to make clear that he was not Goober.

Samuel. He greeted, not all that happy that yet another wolf joined them. He had nothing against the guy, he just had something against large groups. Hence why he always sat alone at meetings. Sorry, I'm afraid I'm not the one you seek. He said, turning his dull gray eyes to the fella that he kinda liked. He was jolly, almost like Bacchus, God of wine. Goober, you say... It doesn't sound like a name I've heard before. Can you give me a description? He asked, just slightly curious about this Goober.

Whoever this Goober was, he was known by many. Agoeti and medium sized... Well that could be anyone. Though a small light burned in the brute's head, thinking of a random pack mate. He hadn't spoken to the fellow, and wasn't planning on doing so either. But maybe, just maybe, he could try to run into him. Mmhm... He hummed as a sort of answer, finding it rude not to.

Goldhawk was the name of the jolly guy, and somehow it fit. It had a nice ring to it, though Gotham preferred Bacchus. While the rest only asked questions, Gotham find him laughing at how the jolly male spoke. The joke itself didn't do him much as he didn't know Goober at all, but the way he said it just cracked him up. It wasn't a real accent though, at least it didn't sound like it.

Do other ones speak the way you do? He asked, curious about other things than the alpha of this pack thingy. What was it about again?