Bramblepoint Failure to Finding Joy

Shortly after taking the first few bites into his apple, Howl is greeted by an old aquaintance. Drogon. A wolf he had meet when he had tried to recruit new member to Morningside. Little did Howl know, but Morningside was now almost over flowing with new wolves.

His aqaintance made a teasing comment about fruit being a poor substitute for meat. Howl was being rather casual for his usual self and with that he replied saying "You would be right Drogon, but fruit can often be a juicy treat. You should try some." he said gesturing all around him to the fallen fruits and berries. 

But then the subject turned to Howl not having a pack. It was true that the scent of his pack was no longer on his pelt, but it was filled with others. Over the past week Howl had spent numerious nights in the 'company' of other females. Their scents may still have lingered in his coat even if they had only been together for a day and night. "That's two for two. I'm not apart of that pack anymore. I left." 

Even if Howl had left his pack it seemed as though Drogon had found a pack for himself, something Howl could smell in his scent. "I leave a pack... you seem to have joined one. It seems we have evened eachother out."