Heron Lake Plateau New life, new start?

Hello, hello! I hope this is good!

Rye had been walking for days, wondering aimlessly in the direction he was told to go by a passerby a few weeks back. The multi colored male had inquired about any packs that resided nearby and unfortunatly none were within a days walk, or even within a week. Wearisome news to Rye but news he was hoping for nonetheless, a pack. One he could possibly join, live in, and thrive in. A place to call home, a fresh start and new faces to meet. A chance at a mate, a family, however Rye knew that was far off if he was to join a pack. Though, it was all just passing thoughts as he traversed the land around him, hoping to run into a border. Rye shook out his fur of any debris within, from simple dirt to small fallen twigs, maybe even a sticker or two that decided to hitch a ride. A cleaning was in order but it would have to wait, a strong scent emerged from a nearby tree, piquing Rye's interest.

The male walked over, breathing in deep with his muzzle close to the scent. It was markings, perhaps Rye had found the place that was rumored to be. Redhawk, if he remebered correctly. At last, there he was, standing at the metaphorical gates, ones powerfully scented by unkowns. The male stood at the border, pondering if he would be welcomed or shunned away. Risks were high, and so was Rye's worry, alas it was no time for dawdling. If he was to gain access to the grounds a meeting was to be arranged.

Rye sat where he stood, throwing his muzzle back into the air and filling his lungs with air to full compacity. He let out a deep, earthy howl, one to merely alert to his presence at the border. With that howl came even more dangers, unknown creatures could lurk within the land and Rye would be none the wiser, all he could hope for was a speedy response.