Sunbeam Lair All I want to do is move on [joining]

Perhaps it was something in the air, or something in the water. Whatever it was, it had Xio swallowing his pride and accepting that, to get through this year without nearly dying, he would have to accept that 'strength in numbers' really was a thing that existed, and wasn't just something that weak-willed wolves made up to stop themselves from looking like cowards. The long-legged wolf hated to accept help from other's, even if it was something as simple as some uttered good intentions. However, last winter, he had barely made it out alive - the lack of food, even though expected, was shocking all the same, and it was enough for Xio to consider joining a pack. Consider. Well, upon days after days of consideration, he made an agreement with himself: f he wanted to survive, he would have to bite the bullet and join a pack. An agreement that had leg him here.

The strong breeze remained constant as he approached the border, after catching scent of the scent-markers, being thankful for his long legs for covering more ground as he got closer and closer. Despite being a loner wolf for most of his life, only engaging with others in times of dire need, he was still aware of some of the customs, and didn't want to appear rude upon his first meeting with those who belonged to this pack. That would prolong the process, and he most certainly didn't want that. So, here he stood, triangular head pointed down towards his paws, waiting for wolves who would have the power to change everything he'd ever known. The Mexican wolf stood still, not knowing what to think about that. Eventually, he chose not to think about it at all. Why worry about it, it won't change anything.

Silvery fur blowing in the breeze, Xio briefly wondered if it would take long for someone to arrive, he wondered if they would greet him with hostility, or curiousity.  He wouldn't blame them, whatever way they chose to greet him. Technically, he was trespassing until he stated his reason, which he wasn't about to do at the moment, for the sheer chance that someone was hiding nearby. So, until someone came out to meet him, he would remain silent, but prepared.