Whitebark Stream The last goal he ever scored won the leafs the cup

Absolutely AW <3

In the time he'd spent wandering, keeping track of his own journies with a fairly impressive memory for detail and direction, Jackalope had more or less pegged the area along the coast- including the mountain range and woodlands in the area- more or less full of packs of wolves who were hostile and egotistical. He'd been shouted at and attacked simply because the wolves in the area seemed so high-strung..He couldn't even crack a joke without some self-riteous egomaniac charging him in order to defend their own honour and reputation. But when he came across a familiar scent, he cackled to himself and trailed along it until it brought him to the borders of a pack's territory. 

Jackalope wasn't dumb- arrogant, perhaps, but not dumb. So he didn't trespass. Given his track record when it came to border interrogations, he knew it was best to at least start off on the right foot- and give himself a bit more wiggle room for when he would inevitably say something that'd rub whoever greeted him the wrong way. He knew he really ought not bring his baggage to his sister's doorstep, but he simply couldn't help himself. And so, with the warm evening sunshine at his back, he sat and waited for someone to come along, his eyes glinting with mischeif he barely managed to keep contained.