Things had been going okay for Vaken. Being around the pack border was mentally exhausting. Despite the security, Vaken wasn’t truly pack and that made it difficult. He was safe from coyotes, but only to a fault. It was a temporary solution. He had too many mental barriers to request to join. He wasn’t quite ready for that level of responsibility, it frankly scared him.
He knew it wasn’t permanent. He was only going to stay as long as it took for his wounds to heal, but still, loitering outside Charred Ash Draw territory was uneventful. Sure, he had met a few wolves, but it was always tense. They were there on border patrol. They weren’t there to make friends.
He craved the freedom that came along with travelling. That’s why he was in the wildwood, positioned between two trees. He sat in peaceful silence, checking his healing scars. The coyotes hadn’t hurt him too bad. He was relatively in healthy condition, thanks to @Sahalie and @Kino. The pair had helped him a lot, and he wanted to repay them. He wasn’t quite sure how. Scrunching his nose, he continued to think. He could bring them flowers?
Ridiculous. Shaking his head, the small wolf was embarrassed for even considering it. He wasn’t the flowers type. Dropping his head, Vaken sniffed the air timidly, checking for coyotes. It seemed safe so far.