Redhawk Caldera Settling down is hard, but there's a challenge anyway

His first ever foray into the Teekon Wilds and Jim had already stumbled into a pack. He stood well away from the borders, wondering what he should do. Join, which was what his instincts were hyping up and pushing him to do right now, or piddle off into the unknown? There was certainly no harm in joining and he might even be able to find a family that he was suited to, one that catered to his needs and that he could do so in turn.

Basically a pack that he liked. 

Because Jim tried not to draw too much attention to himself, preferring to wander around like a flaming red ghost, it took some time for him to decide, striding up to the border as fast as his short legs could take him. He still stood a respectful distance away from the scent-marked lines of piss - for the reasons that he could flee easy if it came to that and so whoever whatever came to greet him could see he wasn't a threat and was clearly of sound mind.

Then Jim let out a howl, just as much as air his lungs could hold, knowing that it while it wasn't utterly pathetic, it wasn't his best either. it seemed loner life had taken the pack howl thing out of him. He'd need practice.

Tagging @Fox @Peregrine @Finley @Elwood for this to see if anyone wants to come greet my poker-faced guy