Swiftcurrent Creek Whistle for me and I'll come (IC Joining)

The shadow kissed giant walked silently through the area his bright blue eyes taking in everything with intrigueing gaze. He was on a journey a journey to find a name. His father had done this before him and his father before him as long as his father could tell. Though Wildheart Shadowsinger, the dark wolf's sire did not hold to much of his traditions this was one that he held to fast and it had held Jace's intrigue since the beginning.

His father had told him of packs everywhere and he had told him some were not as good as his father and mother were, but Jace was willing to find out things on his own. He was unsure what exactly he wanted to do with himself and where he wanted to go, but he knew the best thing to do was find a pack. A pack to help him hone his skills, and give him a home for the time being at least.

He held his head high and his gaze open as he walked towards the pack he smelled in the area. He wondered what they would have in store with him if he was chosen by them. He stopped at the borders something his father had been sure to stress and lifting his lean muzzle to the sky he howled out to the leaders of the pack to please meet him.