Kintla Flatlands This is my Kingdom, and I rule

Open to anyone who wants to join a pack

Wallace got up and stretched, yawning. Then he leaned back comfortably and began licking his fur. His brother had told him once that grooming was for cats, but was it a crime to want to be clean? Wallace felt a pang of sadness as he remembered his brother, Sunspots. Would he come to pay her a visit? he decided not to. Although, when he had his pack formed, he could pay a visit to the neighboring pack, with the excuse of wanting to introduce himself.

He trudged for several minutes, until he reached the place where the lake began. Then he raised a paw and marked the spot. He kept walking, following an invisible line, stopping every five steps to mark the spot as his own. The other pack would soon learn of his presence, and perhaps even pay him a visit, to see who the stranger was on the other side of his territory. He smiled at that idea. Who knows? Maybe he even he could "steal" a female and convince her to join her pack, or (this thought made him grunt) subdue the resident alpha.

With those pleasant thoughts in mind, he trotted on. Soon, the whole place smelled of him, and only him. His fur bristled at the thought of what he would do if a stranger stepped over the recent limits, but he decided he would welcome anyone right now. He needed wolves for his pack, and if his howling hadn't been enough to attract them, his scent would.

He sat up, looking at the sky.