Swiftcurrent Creek welcome to the new age · pack meeting

Kieran heard the howl that resounded full of melancholy and sadness and he sighed. Perhaps it had not been in his best interest to join this pack so quickly. They seemed troubled mostly from within. However he was here, so he would do his best to make sure that he helped them survive and thrive. He tilted his head and lifting his muzzle from the river with which it had been submerged, the water dropping from his fur lining his jawline.

He trotted in the general direction his green eyes alight. Upon arriving he did not see the white furred one Bazi just the other one. The male who was on guard all the time, and as it should be he felt. Truth be told he had been a bit put off at first, but realizing once upon a time he would have been the same way. He dipped his head in greeting, since most of the time no one could understand him anyway.