Blackfeather Woods revenge is best when coated with blood

Dakarai had tired of wandering the vast expanses of Teekon, and instead had sought a place to settle. Starting his own pack was not an option as of right now, but he wanted nothing of an easy life. He had entered an area that reeked of danger and death, and followed those same scents to the borders of this pack. Said borders consisted of Piss and blood, and he chuckled to himself, knowing he had found a home where he could be both protected and prove himself worthy. No longer would he be the gentleman his old pack had known, for it was those characteristics that got him kicked out. He wasn't weak, no he would prove to everyone he wasn't weak. Stopping with one foot right next to the edge of the border he chuffed several times, Announcing his presence and calling for an Audience. His posture was respectful, enough to show he knew he was lower than them, but also strong enough to state he wouldn't cower before them like a shivering whelp.


Waiting patiently he sniffed deeply, gathering an estimate of how many resided here. There seemed too many for him to tell at the moment, so instead he looked around, vividly blue eyes sweeping over the area, watching for the forms of pack wolves to show themselves. that is, if they decided to heed his call at all.