Haunted Wood Like a Forgotten Song

Memory dipped his nose to the ground, inhaling the scent of the forest around him. Earth, moss, wolf, blood, death. If he didn't know better he could mistake it for home...but that time was past. Nix had Abandoned him. His past needed to be buried like an old rotting carcass. 
Still, he only had so many skills, and there was only so many places a wolf like himself belonged. So the scarred male found himself here, on the edge of a territory. He lifted a paw, extended it, paused. A wrong move could mean death. There were choices to be made here.
He could Trespass and fight his way into the Alphas graces. But that most likely wouldn't end well. 
He could wait, living on the border till he was eventually noticed. Still not the best Idea, he could be accused of trespassing or stealing prey. 
He could leave his scent and wait to be sought out- a possibility. 
Or he could howl and demand and audience, and admission. 
Deciding, he inhaled. He threw his head back and allowed the notes to leave his maw. 

@Hela