Ravensblood Forest Im here with a pledge hand slapped across my chest

@Olive @Arturo @Furiosa . this ties in with a previous thread with Olive.

For a long time he had left her side, and she constantly haunted him. Her voice, Her image, her touch was constantly in his dreams making him ache for his little embodiment of peace. So he set forth on a journey to find Her pack. He wished to find a place within the rankings so he could be near her once more. 


They had parted after their first meeting because he had spoken of the urge to gain more knowledge of the surrounding packs. He had never intended to join the bloodthirsty pack he did, but it had happened. Now he had escaped, though not unscathed. Bloody scabs were all over his pelt and he was weakened from traveling with open wounds. 



Pausing briefly he lifted his muzzle and sniffed. He thought he had caught her scent. As the cool air was drawn into his nose he sighed with relief. He had found them. He stopped (more so collapsed) A few feet away from the territory border and howled weakly, asking for a high ranking's presence, and hoping desperately That Olive would recognise his voice.