Duck Lake spare me from this limbo

This was the furthest that FitzDutiful had ever roamed. It was a scary prospect but he had decided to stop being afraid, that revelation had occurred not long after his pack meeting. The pack would look after his pups and children while he wandered around looking for others to introduce to the Silvertip Mountain. Today, he was lands that had once belonged to another pack. He wondered why they had moved.

Stumbling closer to a lake, he came across a familiar blue nose, he couldn't remember the male's name but he recalled those features - who could forget. "Ahoy there," he called, getting closer to the lake and taking a sip. It had been a while, but this male wasn't in a pack yet. Still. FitzDutiful had recruitment on the mind; "Still no pack I smell." he said, hinting at intention, a smile taking the seriousness of the situation away.