Lost Creek Hollow been a while since we met

A light snow had begun to fall at some point shortly after his acceptance into Lost Creek Hollow — that was the name of the pack that had taken him in, he reminded himself. Given that Lagon enjoyed thinking of himself as a productive creature (even if it wasn't always necessarily true) he strove to get to work almost as soon as the initial meeting had been concluded. Granted, learning the lay of the claimed land he would call home from this point forward was mostly self gratifying it was something he was going to have to do anyway, at some point. After all, being a “newcomer” only lasted so long and he didn't want to awkwardly have to explain to anyone that he was lost. That would be humiliating eventually. Perhaps it was just sheepish now though generally understood given his few hours of being a member of the Hollow pack. Even so the newly appointed Theta wanted to get his priorities in order and hammered out. Learn the land — in progress. Find a den, et cetera. Maybe grab a bite to eat, and contemplate what he wanted to do as far as trades went. 

He thought caregiver might be cool; specifically puppysitter. He was used to taking care of his “younger” siblings — if a few hours after his birth as the first born child could consider them younger. To Lagon, whom was often put in charge of them by Seoul or Sveinx, a few hours was enough. While Lagon had never actually been around small pups he didn't think it would be any different than keeping his three siblings, all with headstrong personalities vastly different from his own headstrong personality under control would be that hard. It was something to consider, and perhaps bring up with the Alpha pair at some point if he was serious about it.

Perhaps one of the Mercenary specialties would be cool, he considered as he kept up his path, pausing briefly to shake the accumulated snow off of his fur. He wasn't large, nor did he appear to be overly intimidating (he wasn't), and his area of expertise was speed as opposed to brutal attacks; but that didn't mean he couldn't hold his own (or so he liked to believe anyway). In fact, he'd gotten so caught up in contemplating which trades and specialties he could pursue so the Hollow could best make use of his personal skills that he had ceased to pay attention to where he was going, and forgot all about trying to make a mental map of his new home, leaving him to wander what was definitely aimless.