Redtail Rise A Leaf in the Wind (IC joining)

Since being forced to leave home at 3 2 years old Oliver had become a vagrant, drifting from one place to the next, never staying in one place for too long. The lifestyle suited him fine, he rather enjoyed traveling, meeting new faces. He was happy to go where the winds took him, until he needed to eat. Being too unmotivated to hunt for himself, he'd taken to asking for charity from other wolves. He'd found that most were unwilling to share food, unless he could come up with a believable sob story to pluck at their heartstrings. As he stood at the border of Redtail Rise, he rehearsed his lines to himself. Today, his strategy was to look as miserable as possible and hope for the best. The sick grandma routine hadn't quite been getting the results like it used to.

Lifting his muzzle, he sent up a weak howl to the resident wolves, then threw himself dramatically to the ground to await a response.