Lost Creek Hollow We're moving to

He got bored easily, which meant he was always searching for something to hold his attention. Packmates were a favorite of his, so when he caught the scent of one of the leaders of his new pack, he quickly followed it to the borders. 

When he saw Arbiter just ahead of him, he switched into a sprint, slowing only when he came up beside her, his gangly body making the whole thing look fairly awkward. What are you doing? he asked curiously. Can I help? He hadn't had much structure before coming here, having spent most of his childhood, at least what he could remember, either within the territory of a dwindling pack or traveling with his dad, so he was fascinated with pack life and all he could learn from it.