Greatwater Lake artistic anarchy

Ryker gave an amused glance to the black wolf who was standing in front of him. "I don't really know what I'm doing here to be quite honest," he stated. He hadn't really figured out what he was doing here. Whether he would join a pack or remain a lone. Perhaps he would find refuge at some point in his life. Right now though he was enjoying his freedom and figured he was best a lone until he had matured and learned a little more respect for leadership.

He didn't feel like moving into a pack only to be kicked out for being a complete ass or for messing up something. "I think I'm better off as a lone wolf for a while," he said brushing his paw on the ground. It was a nervous twitch of his. Whenever her wasn't sure of something or wasn't comfortable in a situation in this case the former, he found himself pawing or digging at the ground with one of his paws. "I will just wander for a while maybe socialize with wolves i run into along the way, make some friends," he shrugged. Friends wouldn't be a bad thing. At least he wouldn't be completely alone.