Moonspear Help My Dreams

@Charon @Amekaze

A milky colored male stopped at the border, sniffing at it cautiously. He would be completely cream colored if not for the red-brown tips of each hair, tan replacing just the red around his eyes, rimming his ears, and freckling his back. The colors of fall danced in the eyes that raked the territory, and Harley felt a sense of calm come over him. He began to walk along the border, staying at least three feet from the scent line at all times. He hoped this was Moonspear, the pack that Sebastian said might take him, but there was no way of being sure until meeting an alpha. The name or place didn't matter, so long as he could find a home; though this territory appealed to him greatly. Hoping his travels were over, he settled down in a comfortable sit after howling for whomever was in charge. 
               "Please, please, please, let this be it."
Harley pleaded to nobody in particular, simply hoping he could settle down. He was tempted to leave out his lack of knowledge for the way wolves lived, but not only did he not want to earn his place in a home through deceit, he was sure that the lie would soon be discovered in the way he acted. He could just hope that a basic knowledge of survival and a drive to learn to be a Caregiver and a storyteller of sorts was enough to be given a chance, or even a trial. He had dreams, ones he needed to figure out and ones he just needed help to reach.