Bearclaw Valley dreamin' again of a train track ending at the edge of the sea

@Xan @Laurel but AW

He had moved far inland, away from the sea breeze and sappy trees. Those parts of the land just weren't meant for him. Not to mention he was awfully bored of being alone. A life of solitude was not a life for Dimitre.

So somewhere on his winding path he had ended up on some pack's doorstep like a stray dog. Looking like one too thanks to the rain that had soaked his ebony coat. At least he didn't look worse besides that. Hopefully his fair enough health would help boost his odds of being accepted here. In his books, it meant they didn't need to watch over him like he was some medic's patient.

There was a moment of hesitation before he tipped his head back - considering if he wanted this but the male had never been one to back away from new chapters in his life. With that in mind, he let out a deep call.