Moonspear An Air of Change

Hope this works :) @Amekaze and/or @Charon

The large multi-hued brute had travelled long and far for many a year, 4 summers had gone by since he was run from his previous pack. A scare mared his face along his left eye, the original wound was close to blinding him. It was sheer luck that he could still see through both orbs. His body was smaller than he was used to, the famine having reached him even though he had only been within he Teekon Wilds for a short time. His coat was dull from lack of nutrition, but the earthy hues were still noticable as grey, brown, tan, and black.

Satch had been crisscrossing through borders for days, trying the stay out of others territories, not wanting to be rude or ignorant. He had been following the Moonspear border for a few hours now, and he was getting rather frustrated, it seemed as though he was back tracking. The mountain air and the tangled woods must have been getting to him, for he was throughly lost. Satch wouldn't dare to enter their territory without permission so with a small sigh, he took a deep breath and let loose a deep howl, notifying the wolves within to his precense.