Lost Creek Hollow A wet world aches for a beat of a drum

this isn't quite the place he'd thought their journey would take him, but the familiar scent lingering is undeniable. he'd almost missed it, faint as it is around the outskirts of the pack's territory, and part of him worries the wolf he seeks is no longer here. but... he has to try. so he follows pheiros to the edges of the border, pride lighting his gaze when the boy stops before he crosses the invisible boundary. he smiles, leaning down to affectionately brush his nose through his son's fur, and tries to steel his nerves. then, with a deep breath, he lifts his muzzle and calls for @Mona, and whoever may lead this pack. he can only hope he will be welcomed.