Broken Antler Fen death's angel knocking at your door

AW but tagging @Sebastian and @Pearl :)

     To be completely honest, he did not know why he chose this pack to join. After all, he was sure there were dozens more, scattered around the area, waiting for wolves to join. He'd gone past a few already, but stopped at none of them for they did not seem to suit him — the other packs didn't give him the feeling that he'd fit in. Nicolas didn't know how to describe it, or explain it, but when he joined a pack, he had to have that gut feeling that he'll like it, that he'll belong. The deWinter hadn't had that feeling for quite a long time now, but when he sniffed out another border and walked a bit closer - not too close to be disrespectful - he felt it's familiar pang. Faint, but still there.

      Even so, Nico wasn't sure. Perhaps a part of him did not want to settle into pack life once more. He had gone too long without it's now almost unfamiliar hierachy that he wasn't sure he would be able to grasp the idea of submitting to someone superior, the idea that in a band of wolves, he would be the lowest. Perhaps, a part of him longed to stay in the wild lands, where freedom lay at the tip of his claws, where he could wander for as long as his heart desired and where he could be sinful without the judgement of his pack. But the logical, reasonable part of him knew that if he wanted to survive and live for a while longer, his best chances would lay in being part of a band of wolves. And given the fact that this was the first pack in ages where he felt that he might be able to stay in and dedicate himself to for more than two weeks, he should probably give it a chance. And maybe, just maybe, they would give him a chance too.

      And so, Nicolas tilted his silver crown back and let loose a howl, respectfully calling for the presence of the leaders of this land. Once the song had been sung, the wolf took a few steps back, just to be sure and stood there, quietly awaiting.