'Well, this is an awkward situation that I have landed myself in.' The black wolf thought, looking around from the bush he was stuck in. It was a thorny bush, meaning it had thorns and said thorns were digging into the wolf's fur and flesh. He was stuck, that could not have been any more clear than what it was. He had been running along, not paying attention to where his paws were taking him, when wham! he ran into a bush. And not just any bush, oh no, it had to be a bush with thorns! 'Of course it did.' he grumbled silently, twisting and turning every way, trying to escape without leaving his fur behind him. 'Of all the luck in the world, it had to be mine to land me here.' A harsh snarl escaped him as he heaved forward--and got loose!

Ha! he said aloud, looking around to make sure no one had seen his rather embarassing experience. Shaking himself, he looked at the bush through wide, annoyed green eyes, the markings on his body standing out vividly in the dim light of the forest. After glaring at the bush for a while, he turned away, those shockingly green eyes scanning the area. A crow sat in a tree, watching him almost mournfully. The wolf sat down and watched the crow, staring him down until it dropped its eyes and flew off. Smirking, the odd black wolf rose to his paws. Now that he had succeded in getting out of the annoying bush, he needed to find something to eat. Pity he frightened the bird away. Oh well, he couldnt fly anyway. Flying would be fun, though.

Shaking the thought away, he rose to his paws and stretched, feeling a pang of joy run through him as he felt his limber body move. It was good to be young. Still, he was careful; he'd rather no trigger a seizure right here where no one could help him. At that thought, he shivered somewhat, hating how a wrong move could bring him to the ground in pain. Having no want to do that, he lifted his head and drew in a breath, the half moon around his left eye shining brightly. It was the heat of the day, though under the shade of the trees it felt good. With a calm smirk, he moved forward, gracefully slinking along, looking for some sort of food. He'd take anything from a mouse to a small deer. Maybe a fawn. Or maybe not.

After about ten minutes of searching, he came across a wonderful scent, the scent of a creature. A small, furry creature, one that he could feast upon. Jaws parted ever so slightly, revealiong his shining white fangs, dripping salvia. It would be soon, very soon, when he was sinking his fangs into the flesh of whatever was on the other side of the pine tree in front of him. The bastard's tongue slid over his lips, showing his eagerness for his meal. He moved very slowly, moving in a wide circle to place himself perfectly. It was a brown rabbit, larger than normal. He didnt care though, it was perfect. And the foolish creature was turned away; was it that dumb? Smirking, he crept closer, lowering his large frame into a crouch.

He leapt, body sailing gracefully through the air. He dropped almost on top of the rabbit, sinking his fangs into its tender flesh, giving it no time at all to cry out, no time to feel any pain. He didnt want it to suffer. Pulling away, he lifted his head, realizing how close he had come to running head first into the tree. Not entirely interested in being embarassed again, he lifted the creature's carcass and trotted to a place where a huge tree had fall and left a large stump, large enough to lay on. The wolf leapt onto it and sat his catch down, lifting his muzzle up. Those eyes moved around slowly, scanning the area once more. He knew that this one land was part of the Sakona packlands and he was interested in them.

As far as Valo knew, the land had no Alpha, which meant that he could claim them and become alpha. This thought rested in his brain, making him shiver slightly. He would not longer be an outcast to anyone; he'd have to be accepted. It would work! Perhap he should do it, claim the land as his. Then he could make his own pack, build his own legend. Yes! He would do that. Flinging his skull back, he parted his jaws and let his vox erupt into a howl, sending his deep tones shuddering through the land. This howl said that a new alpha had arrived, that he was here to stay an that a new pack had arrived. Perhaps the wolf could find peace at last.