Broken Boulder someone's knocking and i'm out of invitations

He had laid low the last few days, hiding in the shadows and dodging social contact. Ulf was simply going through a phase. It was much easier to stay hidden than it was to try and form words, answer questions and take whatever else the ferals threw at him.

Right now his form crept along the northern borders of the place he was starting to call home. Perhaps he was developing a small case of itchy paws, but he didn't dare leave.