The Sentinels it's a cold world

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The morning was warm, the air heavy and muggy from the recent rain storm, though the sun shone now as if it had not been pouring through the night. He had been making his way down the coast into the Wild's southern reaches though in search of what he couldn't immediately say. He acknowledged it was probably wise to join up with a pack but he was inherently and habitually hesitant. His past history with a pack wasn't anything all that great or wonderful and naturally this projected to a hesitancy that all leaders would be like Anastasia and her crew in Siberia Copse. That they would abuse him and let him go hungry to sate their own petty need for revenge at his existence — something that was far out of his reaches of control. Scraps was what he'd lived off of, and the meager things he was able to hunt for himself were barely any better. This assumption was not a fair one but to be expected as it'd been all he had known all his life. It was this knowledge that made him reconsider his choice as he neared the borders of some pack. He didn't even know it's name. 

His body gave the signs that he would be svelte naturally albeit strong if one could look past the fact that he was skin and bones. Not to the point that it was literal but perhaps he was close. He didn't even know anymore. He just knew he was thinner than he should have been. Would they even take him? This he didn't have an answer for either. He wouldn't know if he didn't try. Thus, regardless of his reservations about this he stopped when there was more than an respectful distance between his body and their scent markers, tipped his soot masked face towards the heavens and let out a low howl, announcing his presence to them.