Dragoncrest Cliffs Brilliance

"I will try," Merlin promised and for Erzulie's and Njord's sake he would do his best. He was aware that Sapphique now or the Bachelor pack before that had not been the first packs he had run with. While the memory of, where he had once lived and who he had known, had faded, the feeling, the movement through familiar motions had not disappeared. He knew instinctively canine etiquette and customs, and he knew the first steps he needed to take to fit in. But he had learned that it was not quite enough. His band of rogues had been fun to be around, but he had also learned, what it meant to feel very lonely in a crowd.

Time would tell, whether this pack would prove to be something better. But with his friend out there and the object of his affection right next to him, he was off to a good start. "Have you always lived here?" he asked her, hoping that, perhaps, she too had been a vagabond at some point in her life. That they would have something in common to hopefully bond over.