Lightly, Lightly, Flowers Dance

It hadn't been long since his joining, but already the silver boy was doing well to settle himself into it. It was different from his birth pack, as none of his family was here, but he didn't mind all that much. He was starting anew, and wanted to make sure it worked out for himself. Still, he often found his mind wandering back to his homeland, to his family and the area they lived in. A part of him missed it, but the larger part of him was content with his new life. Being stolen from his home had seemed like such a terrible thing when it first happened, but after reaching the Wilds and meeting several kind beings, he wasn't so sure of that anymore. As his legs carried him through the territory, he was reminded of his inner thoughts and feelings towards the new land. It was unfamiliar still, but after spending more time and meeting more wolves, he was sure he'd be able to make enough of memories to make it seem as if he couldn't be anywhere else but there.

That was what Alastor planned to start working towards, too. Creating memories and growing better acquainted with both the land of his new pack, and the land of the surrounding areas. He would learn the paths to certain places, and of the other packs who lingered nearby. First, though, the Greek needed to reach the border of the territory and figure out just which way he planned to go after. His legs carried him through across the land, following the invisible path his mind created showing him where he'd come from when he first came to request to join.