Northstar Vale will the real slim shady please stand up

The boy returned with nothing but pride on his back. How long had it been since Saltwinter had vanished, since Peregrine had been brutally murdered, since his Mother, his Father and his brother died not so mysterious deaths involving cannibalism? Stoic — now Jackrabbit — did not care. From his depart from the Teekon did a band of loners find him, contemplate using his skin as a rug, and proceed to take him into their conclave where he would learn over the course of a few weeks exactly what humility was, which he would then proceed to forget upon his escape. Despite all that had occurred within the Teekon Wilds, and how he seemed to (literally) curse every pack he went to, with a band of strangers on his (literal) heels, a place where he knew he could at least find allies that would maybe be willing to take him back under their wing. It was only a few short weeks until the boy would, by technicality, become a man and be put to better use than a thrall like he had so been subjected to among the Wildlings. Oh yes, the boy had learned his place alright, but entry unto the place he had self-proclaimly called his kingdom shed any sign that the boy had learned respect while he had been away. The Teekon was his home, and now that he had returned, someone was bound to take pity to his sob story of a life, he found as he had so commonly experienced, and give him a place in which to hide from Them no matter his true distaste for the bore and annoyance that was Pack Life.

Stalking haughtily straight through pack lands, the boy sought trouble, however, none seemed to follow as he profusely rubbed his scent on all that he could find as he passed the assumed borders. If he could simply shout, I'm here, come kick my ass! He would. However, to carry out his act, he could not simply call attention to himself like that. It had to be done correctly. Glancing around the surrounding area, he delved deeper into a territory he knew very well was claimed, pissing on everything every five steps. Perhaps this time he would be a confused, directionally uncalibrated orphan with Spontanteous Bowl Disorder. That'll work.