Hideaway Strath Get busy livin'

Leen. Fresh in from the bitter wilds of the north, looking to settle quietly in a new place with new aspirations. New. He was rather happy to stroll through this land he knew as the Teekons. Has passed through once moving north long, long ago when he was still just a pup, fresh from the dens.

He'd passed many packs, but none of the scents were enticing enough. Family packs, ones with fresh bear traces, one he'd heard howling atop a great mountain. He didn't fancy climbing up that. 
However, he'd reached what seemed to be a borderland, a pit of wet and soggy land surrounded by mountains he didn't like his chances on. He wasn't old by any means, just weary from travel.
But now, as he neared those peaks, a figure moving through the trees caught his attention. Border marking, if Leen had money to bet.

He chuffed, waving his tail at hip height in greeting. He'd love to stop for a chat and see what this pack was aspiring to be. "How goes the day?" He called as he neared, letting his tail lower slightly to not feel imposing to this other male that'd rather like to protect his new territory. Or so Leen would think.