Hoshor Plains Smackwater jack

All welcome. :)

Dauntless had taken his time, finally arriving at the borders of the pack he had once—if only briefly—called home. They had moved since he had last been a part of their ranks, but he could taste his younger brother's scent along with the rest, so he knew this must be the right place. Ira and Evergreen were here, too, the wolves who had greeted him (and whom he had ultimately failed, oops).

He stopped just outside the fresh smell of markings, wanting to step over, but knowing that he could not without proper protocol. Instead, he sent up a call directly for @Winterbourne, calling him not by that name, but River.