Pogovorite s molchaniya. 《Speak with Silence》 IC Joining

@Shadow


His limbs throbbed. His heart pounded furiously. Its beat resounded through his seemingly hollow chest, and echoed through his ears, deafening the sounds of the wildlife around him. His pads, they bled from trampling over hard, sharp stones cutting into the ignorant, soft, black flesh of the very paws that knew only of temperatures way below zero, and snow that never melted. The resolve, the determination that kept him on his feet, was comming straight from his brain. And it told him to go. So he went. And he did not stop until his brain told him he was safe. For now. 

He had no clue what terrain he was in, but from the day Vector spent with the humans, he had noticed it was completely opposite from his homeland. Prey. Temperature. Time. Rules. Language. All was different, unlike anything the fiery brown man had ever laid himself into. 

Vector had come to the conclusion that the water at least had to be near similar. 
Hopefully. His tongue was dry, and his throat seemed to want to swell from lack of refreshment. Upon traveling from the east, the male followed the dampness of the dirt, the earth telling him how far he needed to go to quench his thirst. Yet it deceived him. He arrived at a creek. A dangerous one, one who held anger in her movements, rushing swiftly, and no intention on stoping. If he fell into her...he would be dead. Before he even thought of what to do of his predicament, his brain decided to make him act. Close enough to the edge, Vector began digging a hole, scooping the rich, wet dirt into heaps, on the far side of the gap. Then, he dug a redish brown paw inward, making a tunnel in the hole, opening it to the creek. She released her liquid with surprising slowness in comparison to her current, but it was powerful enough to fill the hole he had made, with no issues. He lowered his crown to the tiny new bowl of water, fresh, and accomplished by him, as he satisfied his need for water. He raised his head, newly watered, and scanned his surroundings with his dark framed emerald eyes, taking in the images. After analyzing the location, he then sniffed around, searching for any scent of prey, predator, or potential other wolves that could assist him. 

A smell stuck to his nares, holding Vector captive to its information. A pack. Here. They lived near. Very near. The area a smidge west from his location, a few paced from his current spot, was their border. Strong. No injuries. Well off. 
All of it pumped into his brain, the necessities sticking where they should, all other unneeded info discarded. Vector placed a reminder that this was new land to him, and with that, he had to remain humble, and willing to listen. His priorities were intact. All he needed to was act. Launch the mission. Managing to make his way over several hills, he reached a vast plain of soft and tall grasses, pungent with the smell of another member from the pack he had encountered by nose, before. This was what he wanted.

The crimson shielded male raised his crown, wondering of he was making the right choice. Before he even had the chance to think more on the matter, his vocals sounded a howl, one he had recognized to be one of calling. His voice rang clear, the deep tones riviting throught the trees, requesting politely for the appearance of the leader of the lands.