Phoenix Maplewood in the waiting line.

He sighed. Listless and a bit bored, Kael couldn't help but pick his way apathetically through the wet terrain. He dipped and lifted his muzzle a multitude of times, peering into the unsaturated distance. The slushy sleet-rain had finally abated for the moment, but had left the world grey and washed out. Visibility was shot, even with Kael's adequate eyesight, all he could make out was murky trees and blurs of hazy foliage looming atop dull snow. What did linger, however, was scents - and there was plenty. He had picked up this particular scent a while back, following it with a mounting curiosity.

It was the scent of a pack, complex and heady despite the weather's extreme attempts to shower it off. It coaxed him until the smell was intoxicating, and he started becoming drunk off of his potential future. His head shifted to look at his too-lean stature of being a lone wolf. Although it did not show yet through his thick winter fur, Kael had lost a significant amount of weight making his journey away from his birthplace. Lonerism never suited the boy, and it wasn't just sociability that he had lacked from his months-long travels. He needed food, he needed shelter, and he definitely needed a place to harbor him from the upcoming winter.

When the scent had finally come to a head, Kael stopped. He skirted alongside the thick growth of trees until he could find a bit of a clearing. Make himself presentable, you know? He shook out his agouti fur, reflexively tucking his tail between his hindquarters and ears pinned back. He lifted his head just slightly above his massive shoulders, and let out a general call.