Moonspear heaven's door

assuming a few vague things. ~*~timelines~*~

After meeting with the pale scarred yearling, Jura had taken to lurking in the woodlands of the spear with the intent to offer his help to the wolves traveling from Sunspire and Stavanger Bay. It was in this fledgling pack's best interest to strike their claim and get settled in as quick as possible, at least that's what his education told him. Odo's Reach was a pack long before his birth, and it would continue on for ages to come (even under Ithie's reign). Simply put: he didn't have much to compare it to beside's reason and blind faith.

Still, it was with conviction that he struck out from the forest in search of any fresh arrivals. He'd managed to snatch a small vole from the leaflitter earlier this morning, so his stomach didn't rumble with protest. The scent of deer, however, was of great interest to him; it was good to know that, even with the occasional glimpse of wolves, they had not taken for the hills where hunting them would be much more dangerous.

He emerged from a shadowed copse of trees and immediately spotted a dark shape against the natural colors of their surroundings. Jura blinked, and his lips parted to reveal a pleased smile. He shook his head to settle his hackles which had risen from a brief flash of concern, and called out with an abrupt wuff!