The morning sun broke through the soft cycle of slumber where Tulok had been lingering, on the precipice of awakening, finally tempting, albeit with more force that Tulok would have initially liked, him to wake up. Soft expel of breath was given in sound that was uncannily akin to a sigh of irritation, as he shifted his large paw off of his muzzle, uncovering his eyes from the warming rays of the sun that lingered cozily upon the silken tendrils of his monotone colored fur. Tulok’s eyes opened slowly, blinking furiously a few times, pupils narrowing to squinting slits in their pools of fierce icy blue. Sleep did not come quite as easily to him in these strange lands as it had back in Seahawk Valley; yet he was only further reminded with a slight pang of what one might consider homesickness that he was no longer in the Seahawk Valley. This was not of Tulok’s own decree, more of Suluk’s command (and one, son or not, simply did not ignore Suluk when he commanded). Though Suluk had not been very forthcoming on the reasons for sending his secondary (and last) heir away from Ikkuma, Tulok had merely been left to assume that he was on a search for his lost brother, Arux -- not that, in truth, Tulok really cared what happened to him. He had never gotten along with Arux all that well, anyway. If the insolent child of an older brother had went and gotten himself dead then Ikkuma was better off.
With a shake of his head, Tulok rose, attempting to shake away his bitter thoughts regarding his half brother that rooted deeply in his mind, and bled like poison through him. The search for the elder Ikkuma heir was, temporarily
permantlyon hold for the simple fact that Tulok had his own agenda and more pressing matters to attend too. It was not wise to be wandering through the winter as a lone wolf - food was scarce from herds having migrated and his chances of survival had dropped measurably. Scouting out information about the nearby packs had seemed like the best place to start, however, it seemed much more practical to Tulok to approach the packs directly and attempt to determine if they would be a good fit for him (and likely vice versa) as opposed to learn about them from word of mouth. Tulok tended to trust his own judgment over the judgment of others as it was, anyway.
It did not take Tulok long to approach the borders of one of these said packs, and mindful of territorial borders, he kept a more than adequate distance between the scent markers and himself. Not seeing much need to beat around the bush, he let out a call for anyone, expressing his potential interest in joining their ranks.