Blacktail Deer Plateau the end of the road

Coq has come and gone from one place to the next with nothing but restlessness in his bones. He’d attempted the pack life once since arriving in the teekon but the notion had been shortlived, though the claim hadn’t been too strong to be begin with. As he comes across another, a plateau that is only vaguely familiar, he halts before he gets too far. Having long since grown tired in his travel, he knows he can’t go forever like this. No pack is going to give him the same familial connection as the river once had but he’ll have to settle for the next best thing.
 
With a slow breath to fill his lungs, the ragged grey male lifts his nose and lets loose a call for someone that might be able to help him.