Swiftcurrent Creek Old Man [IC Joining]

@Bazi and/or @Scimitar cos you guys are the leaders, but anyone else in SC is also welcome! :D

Remus was tired. He'd traveled far too long with far too much arthritic pain with far too little pain-relieving herbs. His addiction to them only made it so much worse when he ran out, because now he was going through arthritis pain and withdrawal symptoms. As he neared the border of the Creek pack, he muttered to himself, "I'm gettin' too old for this." He'd been a wanderer all his life, and it saddened him a bit to know that his wandering days were over, but he hoped to make some friends before he died (though he still had a few good years left).

Being sure to stay a-ways back from the actual border, he tilted his head and called for some company. He knew he might very well be turned away. It'd happened before. He couldn't fight or hunt, really. Not with the limp he had. He had almost nothing to offer to any pack he went to. He was an accomplished Naturalist, but most Alphas, it seemed, cared little for astronomers or astrologers. With a deep sigh, he sunk to the ground, too tired and pained to continue sitting up. Soft rain filled the atmosphere, and the cold and wet did little to make him feel any better, but he was too old to really complain about those kinds of things. Sometimes there were going to be days when it rained and upset his joints. Oh well...