Blood wandered through the land. Turning over every rock with his nose. He was searching for something to do, maybe a meal if he could find one. How he longed for the great taste of elk, or any large prey. To have his head berried in the guts of his prey. He couldn't take on something like that alone, maybe teaming up was the best way to go about things. All the packs were too pushy about territory and way to aggressive for his liking, he just hated being told what to do and when to do it. It just wasnt in his nature. He let out a friendly howl, hopefully attracting some attention from someone, somewhere.
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