03-04-2011, 01:45 PM
About a week ago, a young white wolf had joined Pheonix Valley, and although he was happy to have found a home, he wanted, ney, needed something more, he needed parents. Someone to guide him, to care for him and treat him as thier own. He wanted someone that would care for him, someone that wouldn't leave and never come back, as his natural parents had. He wished for people that he could call his parents, people that he could trully be at home with. Though the past was still fresh in his mind, he wanted to start over, to gain a new true family, he was ready to leave the past in the past, and move to the future.
Roran Had found his way to a large hollow tree upon gaining entry to the pack, though he was a member, he still had little knowledge of what he should do, so he had found his way to this small sanctuary in the hopes of coming to grips with what he wished to do. After nearly 4 days of thinking, he finally came to a conclusion that he wished to have true parents. He wished to find people that would be able to guide him. He smiled to himself as the sun beat down on him as he left the little home he found for himself.
Upon leaving the tree, he attempted to pick up the scent of his new packmates, but he couldn't smell anyone nearbye. Failing to smell anyone, he began to walk towards what he hoped was somewhere in the middle of the pack's territory, thinking that he would have the best chance of running into someone there. He threw back his head and let out a long low howl of sadness and longing as he went, then returned to looking around and trying to catch a scent.
Roran Had found his way to a large hollow tree upon gaining entry to the pack, though he was a member, he still had little knowledge of what he should do, so he had found his way to this small sanctuary in the hopes of coming to grips with what he wished to do. After nearly 4 days of thinking, he finally came to a conclusion that he wished to have true parents. He wished to find people that would be able to guide him. He smiled to himself as the sun beat down on him as he left the little home he found for himself.
Upon leaving the tree, he attempted to pick up the scent of his new packmates, but he couldn't smell anyone nearbye. Failing to smell anyone, he began to walk towards what he hoped was somewhere in the middle of the pack's territory, thinking that he would have the best chance of running into someone there. He threw back his head and let out a long low howl of sadness and longing as he went, then returned to looking around and trying to catch a scent.