Meeting the pack

[Michael Northman]

Michael padded around the territory he now called home. He found a charming small town, naturally degenerating from the elements, but otherwise the area was spick and span. A most excellent spot for fishing, foraging, and maybe finding some of his new pack-mates. Plopping along in his Secui form, pitch black fur swaying with his large muscles, Michael kept a sharp eye for anything that could be of use, like a den.

Acting courteous, he raised his head and howled at the moon, announcing his location to all who can hear.