IC
It was night, their second night in the pack already, and it was about that time for Sasha to retreat from his exploration for the day and regroup with his brother, wherever he were. His paws were tired, and sore, particularly the two front ones which ached with each step, and he owed his thanks to the difficult and trying work of a temporary marine man for that. There was a quick fix for that problem, even if he didn't particularly like it, and it wasn't bad enough for him to choose his painful steps instead.
And so he was walking, on his two hind legs, virtually silently through the forest part of their new pack's territory. He was playing a game with himself, stopping whenever one of his massive paws cracked a twig, squatting, looking around intently as if he were being followed by some kind of apex predator. An owl would hoot, and he would stop again, look up at it and just stare, then pull an invisible spear from the backpack that he was not wearing, and mock throwing it up at the night bird. Knowing there was no threat, the animal did not move. Sasha acted as if he had caught the next day's breakfast.
How he missed the old country, not having to wear clothes like those Luperci in England, and having all of his family around him instead of just his one brother. Not that his brother wasn't enough family for him, Aleksandr was just a very family-oriented man and needed more guidance than another man hardly a day older than he was. Well, this new pack, had the potential to become his new family, didn't it? Or was he going to be some kind of Russian Mafian and treat anyone out of his family like they aren't like him? How did his mind even get on this topic?
Дмитрий! Где вы находитесь?1 he hollered into the forest.
OOC
1Dmitri! Where are you?
