The Sentinels Grace

It was different, very much so, from the pack he had been born in. Where he had known a large variety of space - the little mountain side oasis had a lot, this was different. The trees were calling him though, and the chocolate colored name stopped a few pages from the borders to be polite. He didn't know if the pack was sleepy, or busy, had no idea the recent drama either. 

All he knew was he liked the look of it enough to warrant learning more. So he gave a call to anyone around who could spare some time talking to him.