Moonspear Adapting To Survive

@Charon : Maybe these two can meet, if you have time? :) Anyone is welcome to pop in and meet him!

Harley was making his way across the rocky ledges, purposely taking to the roughest paths and jumps. His intent was to train his body to adapt to the mountain, hardening his pads, strengthening his muscles. Even his mind gained benefits, learning the best ways to do everything in this new terrain. He wasn't in lush forests, or overgrown farmlands. The mountain was a dangerous place if you weren't careful and knew both the territory and how to react accordingly to every situation. The milky male had to admit that he was sore, finding the mighty mountain much different from his easy farm life. Soon, his muscles would develop further, define him, build him, and more than all teach him: Just what he had wanted. It was a plus that the territory was so beautiful, so appealing to him. Its mighty defiance had drawn him, up to the borders, compelled him to join its depths. Now that he had been entrusted to serve the pack, his wolfs blood seemed to drive him to train, to go and do as much as possible. But he also wanted to form close bonds with the pack too, become a family with them as much as they allowed. He'd been welcomed by the dark alpha female, and had met the grey beta, but not yet the alpha male, nor anyone else in the pack. Hel, he hadn't even found a real place to sleep yet. A bush there, a hollow log there: none of it mattered, he was in his territory, and he wanted to serve it the best he could. Already he walked confidently over the grounds, and had learned to listen through stone for movement or by sight, not by hearing. All his senses, however, would surely sharpen further and it thrilled the shepherd wolf.