The Path Is Not Clear

All in all, Jensen was settling in nicely. He enjoyed the fact the pack was so small as it gave him a chance to actually fit in without stepping on anyone's toes. The fewer the faces, the less stress he felt having to force himself into an already established clique. At least this way he could be a part of that developing clique and shun outsiders as the pack grew; he knew it would, although Jensen wasn't exactly the shunning type. No, his carefree personality actually seemed to offend people more than not, especially in his birth pack.. but that was a story for another day, something he wished not to revisit anytime soon.

For now, he was more concerned with the fact a stranger had summoned him -- yes, specifically him.

The man veered towards the call and, while walking, returned with one of his own. On my way. Dunno who you are, but on my way. It was certainly unusual for him to be picked out among the others but he considered it a good thing.. hopefully. Gods, he hoped he wasn't already getting the boot! His mind raced as he traveled and only fell silent when he spotted the lone woman in the distance. She looked harmless.. so far. "Hey there, pretty lady. I heard you were lookin' for the new guy? That's me. Jensen, nice to meetcha." The wolf pulled to a halt a few feet away, tail wagging slowly. Hey, the more pack members he met, the better!