Swiftly doth these paws tread {Joining}

Deep in thought, Mikael glanced out across the valley view with barely seeing eyes, as his thoughts trailed into the darkest depths of his mind and soul. He was unsure of this entire plan, to approach a pack for the season and in doing so, risk becoming attached. And people he became attached to had a habit of dying and he would not bring his curse upon a pack so easily.

The scent of a female nudged at his mind and he climbed to his feet, training his gaze squarely on the silver entwined she-wolf who approached him, bright oaken eyes, vivid in hue, analysing him quickly. He returned the gaze straight on before looking away and lowering his head slowly as was appropriate, his own eyes darting across her petite frame and noting the speed her legs carried, as well as the lean muscles of her flank. A strong wolf, a good indicator for his chances in the pack. "You rang?" The curious tone caught him a little of edge, as he had expected a colder welcome.

"I am Mikael Igantyev, I am seeking the alpha of the pack here. I want to join, if they will have me." He glanced once again across the valley, breathing in the scents and wondering if there was an alpha at that moment. The female in front of him was strong but her scent was not that of an alpha, a distinctive trait all alpha wolves carried with them. "May I enter your territory? I thought perhaps it best to wait, I've had many none-too-friendly encounters with other packs after I had entered their lands."