Swiftcurrent Creek Old Man [IC Joining]

Remus, it seemed, had immediately caused a commotion upon nearing the border. Within thirty seconds of one another, two wolves appeared not too far away, and they both asked him if he was alright. Both carried concerned looks in their eyes and faces, and this made the old man feel a bit worthless. With a push, and a grunt, he managed to sit up, though it pained him. This was already getting off to a bad start.

"I'm a'right," he called to the both of them, once he had found a somewhat more comfortable sitting position. "I've just got a bit o' arthritis in these ol' bones o' mine. I'll take some pain-relievin' herbs later if I can and I'll be right as rain." He gave a sheepish grin, feeling bad for unintentionally worrying two potential pack-mates. "Listen, boys," he began. "I'm old, and my wanderin' days are over. Ya think I can join yer pack? I'm a good Naturalist, if nothin' else, and I'll stay outta everyone's way if you'll let me stay."

Remus hated himself right about now, for making himself seem so lowly, but, then again, it didn't matter in the end. He was too old to be prideful. He just wanted a nice rabbit every now and then, and a place to get out of the rain, and he'd be happy. He was a simple sort of wolf. He didn't need much to be happy -- just enough to survive.