Moonspear nothing like my punch drunk kiss

uh, hi!

With the weather deciding to continue on the same miserable track, Janus made his own decision to find a temporary home among one of the nearby packs. Rather than stay out here alone and risk exposure he was willing to put up with pack life until something more suitable came along. Or his winter home would turn out to be more than just a holdfast until Spring. The pale beast was many things, but a farseer he was not. He had little faith in anything, especially destiny, and simply hoped that the pack he found was worth their salt. A give and take sort of situation. He did not wish to give, give, and give without reaping a little reward from it.

The marks on the first border were fresh, and quite pungent—a male and female in the leadership (judging from their prominence) and a few other scattered subordinates. Janus nosed the trunk of the tree, drawing in the scent and planting it deep within his memory. He lifted a paw to scratch at the bark and release a fresh wave of pheramones. Yes, these wolves were quite hale; not a senior among them. Satisfactory. 

Janus bent to rub his cheek against the scent, then his shoulder, to make a better show of his intentions. Only when he was suitably cloaked in the pack scent did he raise his voice to the sky: I'm here! Hello!