Cammen caught the smell of other canines on the wind, and while his common sense cautioned him to stay far away, a childlike curiosity drew him nearer. He remained mindful of the borders, of course - he didn't dare wander too close. But the scent was strong from where he sat beside the lake.
In all his life Cam had never known anything other than the company of his mother and her select few friends. Pack life was not something his mother ever considered to be a possibility for them - she was a free spirit, always moving and always looking for the next adventure. Life was hard as a nomad - they often went hungry. But his mother was happy, and to see her happy made Cammen happy.
The wolfdog eyed the land across the lake as a man eyes a beautiful woman, and he tossed a round stone into the water. Packs were mysterious, and by default, alluring. While he wasn't sure he could ever bring himself to join one, he did want to know what they were all about.
OOC: At the edge of Grand Lake.