Blackfoot Forest Even independent souls get lonely.

The independent soul had wandered further south. After his encounter with Minna, Shadowfur decided to at least come to the pack borders and meet with a high ranking member. Now he stood before a tangle of trees, the northern border of rosings. He  threw his howl to the wind, calling the alpha of the pack. 

As he sat down to wait, the male continued to contemplate his actions. He still wasn't entirely sure about joining. It had been a while since he had been in a formal pack, and a lot had happened since then. His spirit still wasn't completely healed. Perhaps that's why he had decided to try and join. It might heal him. 

Heal him or break him. 

Worry was not a feeling that had entered the male's mind recently, yet now it flooded in. He was worried of what might happen if he was accepted. Would tragedy follow his pawprints once again? He shook himself, then breathed deeply, trying to settle his nerves. All he could do was try.