Noctisardor Bypass last of the wilds

Exploring his new home meant marching across every last inch to get a good sense of his surroundings, it was much less curiosity as it was just habit that had been instilled in him. He'd trained years to scope out hisown homeland, find weaknesses and strategize how best to combat them. But the bypass had truly proved to be a stronghold, and in that sense he was at ease. A few hours before, he'd pledged his loyalty and services to the alpha, and though he knew he had meant it, the consequences still laid hazily in his mind at the time. He'd left Ripple Basin in a tantrum, tired of his (ex?) wife's allegations after one frivolous encounter—it’d been a year now, why couldn't Suzie just have let it go?

Jojo was determined to see it as her fault, she’d driven him away. The children were grown, the basin would be fine, and now his ties had truly been severed. He’d be better here, the Basin was full of warriors it was only right as one of Zeppeli’s last pupils to share the old master’s teachings elsewhere. So why did he have so much indigestion? Stomach gurgling at that very thought, Jojo slipped into the grassland figuring by this time the wolves would have slipped into the trees and into their own dens, rather than be exposed to the night. Planting his nose to the ground he set off to find a good place to perhaps squat till the morning (if his bowels were going to keep up this ridiculous rumbling) when he found a rather fresh trail impressed into the ground. The wolf it belonged to wasn't far off either.

He let out a friendly grunt of greeting before he realized a moment before he'd been looking for privacy. Regretful a second later, he assured himself this was better than perhaps looking like some creeping stranger lurking about.