Bearclaw Valley When your footsteps conquer the street

idk if this is joining or not.... tbh I just want to see what happens >>;

When the other man's scent had mingled with bear, Ashlar almost turned back.  But despite a tucked tail and a body that could almost be melded with the earth, the boy persevered.  He could not explain why he chose to follow Illidan.  The other wolf had seemed sad and hadn't been particularly charming, but Ashlar was lonely, and time on his own was fast losing it's novelty.  He wished he'd followed the man from before, but there was little chance picking up his trail.  This was the closest he could find.

Ashlar was in luck this time.  His search paid off in the form of a pack boundary.  He stopped well short of it, elation tempered with the familiar sour of anxiety.  He'd never attempted a pack without his parents present, and he wasn't sure how to begin.  He would need some reason for them to take him, but as Ashlar thought, his mind went blank.  What.... what was.... could he do anything?  

The young wolf let out a soft whine of indecision.  He could call or he could go, but at the moment, he was frozen at the mere prospect of the choice and all it meant.