After many days of hovering nearby, curiousity finally got the better of him. The pack had drawn his attention like a magnet on metal, and he couldn't stop wondering about it. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to finally settle down. Who knew who long his life would last? Two, three more years? He would hate to die alone. He was not interested in a mate, but a friend at least. And that was why he had been watching the borders for the past week or so. It was not strange for a lone wolf to be hanging around in the territory, because there was plenty of prey to be found in the area at this time of year, so he had not arroused suspicion. All the better for him, he would be able to start with a clean slate, as they said. The only problem after figuring out that much was mustering up the courage to actual go to the borders and howl to the alphas for acceptance. It was not something he had ever done before, at first being a loner and then being rescued by a pack and raised by them. He had seen a wolf be accepted just a few days ago, and it had seemed that all he would have to do would be howl and then ask... And his instincts were also telling him to do it, which gave him the feeling he would know exactly what to do. But still, he was unsure of himself. It had been a while since he had had contact with another wolf.
But he had hesitated long enough. He was going to do it, and whatever happened would happen. With a bit of a dramatic deep breath, he crossed over the borders which were clearly marked and glanced around. He could see no other wolves, so it seemed he would have to howl. It had been what he had been expecting, but for some reason the hope had made its way into his head. Along with it it had brought the saying 'curiousity killed the cat'. It made him glad he was a wolf. And, even if he was the metaphorical cat in the saying, 'satisfaction brought it back'. He wasn't sure if satisfaction would be able to bring him back if he was attacked and killed by the wolves in the pack, but he decided not to think about it. Why would they attack him anyway? He did not intend to harm or disrespect them in anyway. Of course 'intend' is a key word in that sentence. Shaking himself a little, he made himself stop putting it off and focus on what he was doing. Taking a breath, he let out a howl, long and loud, calling the alpha to him. It felt good after so many days, possibly months, of silence. It was a relief to have done it, but he knew that that had been the easy part. Next he had communicate with the alpha and make a good enough impression that he would get accepted by him or her.
While waiting for the alpha, he studied his surroundings. At the moment he was on the outskirts of a forest. He had been in this area for long enough to know that. But Now he could see farther. He saw that the forest was quite thick, at least. Eventually it became to thick to see any farther. So he had gathered very little information that he hadn't already learned. And the air pretty much smelled the same. A mix of the wolf pack, the deer herd, and then the plants and little rodents scurrying around in the forest. The territory seemed to be quite plentiful. Then again, it was at its peak. In winter prey would probably be at least a little scarce, and the weather could change at any moment. It was a pleasant day now, but tomorrow who knew what it could change into.
Curiousity Killed The Cat
