Lost Creek Hollow as the river flows

ooc; if you have room for me, i'd love to join!

he would not overstep himself. Baelfire had arrived at the Sunspire Mountains, surprised by the presence of many packs in one place. was this a good place to settle? he was going to find out. picking one at random, he would carry himself to the border of Lost Creek Hollow unknowingly. well, he knew it was a border. he knew it was a pack. but he knew not the name of such a place. steps took him to a water source, where he would bend down and drink briefly.

green eyes kept themselves on the landscape. forever watching for someone or something to charge at him. he didn't know if these wolves were friendly or not; his people had defended their border viciously. he was very used to trampling over strangers in pursuit of loyalty. yet that was in the past now. he was not loyal to his people. perhaps he could be loyal to these ones. if they had conflicting views, he would just turn around and go to another pack. seeking another audience was a dreary idea; he preferred to not explain himself countless times.

allowing the silence to stretch on, Baelfire got tired of it and waiting. he let out a chuff, wondering if anyone was nearby. perhaps they were watching him, to see what he'd do. but he stood respectfully away from the border. trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.