fallen and swept aside [IC Joining]

@Ragnar and any other wolf in Stavanger Bay that wishes to join! :D

It had been weeks, months and maybe a year since the dark agouti wolf had left his natal pack and gone on with life as a loner. His 'pack' couldn't even be called one. Two weak wolves and a yearling, now two of the three were dead. The last one wandering around, not a care to the world but somehow still living.

His original goal had been to find a pack as soon as possible but he strayed far from it. Instead mindlessly wandering around, fighting when necessary and straying into pack borders. All the packs that he encountered, he did not like nor did he wished to be confined in the rules of one. He was young and naive then but now he had grown older and though the thrill of exploring was still there, he had began to think about settling down somewhere.

Hunger gnawed at his belly but he ignored it, his golden eyes wandering aimlessly and his mind on other things. He had not even realized that he had left the Wilds and was going in the direction of the ocean. Not even the distant muted sounds of waves crashing against the shore would wake the dark male from his thoughts.

It was only until the ground gave way underfoot and the salty wind blowing into his face did he went back to reality. The calm crashing of waves against the shore calmed him down. He stopped in his tracks, his ears erect. It was faint from where he was standing but it was there.

The familiar yet unfamiliar smells of other wolves. He had went passed so many packs and trespassed in most that he was familiar with the smell of them except he had never smelled this one before.

Was it time to settle?

The copper male spotted an arch in the cliff and began trotting towards it, for the first time in a long time actually having a goal in his mind. He walked towards the arch, ignoring the smells that wafted his way and gotten him into countless troubles. The scars that decorate his pelt, souvenirs from those encounters.