Northstar Vale Too dumb to die

Asbjørn was growing more homesick by the day; exploring the Teekon Wilds was certainly something he was very fond of doing, but having to find shelter each night without a pack to cosy up with was growing tiring. The male missed the days where he was young and playful back outside of these unfamiliar lands with his nuclear family. He was by no means the brightest of wolves, and now had a shred of anger ignited up inside of him due to his recent rejection from Easthollow, which had seemed like a pleasant place to call home. Perhaps trespassing onto their territory was not the best of ideas, but Asbjørn had been weary and delirious (at least, that was his excuse).

At least Asbjørn had learned from his mistakes. He'd navigated this new territory very carefully, following the lingering scent of unfamiliar wolves through the Sunspire Mountains until be reached Northstar Vale. He was very cautious when the scent of the Duskvale pack grew stronger, and eventually sat his rump down to rest, not wanting to trespass and possibly be booted again.

The lanky boy held a weedy-looking rabbit in his maw, which had begun to drip with drool as he travelled with a grumbling belly and lethargic paws. It was going to be his gift of sorts to hopefully sweeten the deal regarding the possibility of him joining this pack of strangers. With this in mind, he dropped the frail thing in front of him and lifted his snout into the air, letting out a raspy howl in an attempt to garner the attention of any Duskvale pack members.