The healer sauntered casually about what he was pleased to call his new home, a placid smile tugging at the edge of his maw as his paws crunched over the wilting grass of the moor. Upon his acceptance by the alpha, he had decided to acquaint himself with the pack's territory, and he had to admit, Magnus had chosen quite a comely place to settle down. The valley he had happened upon was vast and open, the stony outcropping effortlessly giving way to an enormous expanse of lush, green steppe. The sun gleamed lambently over a cloudless sky, and he guessed the day would have been perfectly enjoyable if not for the chilly autumn breeze that occasionally whipped through. Oh well. He thought with nonchalant indifference as he leisurely continued on his way, doing his best to ignore the frigid wind that tugged incessantly on his thick grey fur. It'll be winter soon, anyway, and all of this will be dead and buried under six feet of white. Better get used to it now. It was the truth; there was no use avoiding it or fighting to shove it away. No one could change the endless pull of time and the inevitable morphing of the seasons, and no one could escape whatever Nature decided to thrust upon them. That was life, and he knew the futility of fighting its flow.

Still, the tantalizing scent of prey flooded his nose on the icy breeze, and he sighed slightly at the poignant fragrance, his stomach rumbling softly with a hunger he had yet to notice. Shouldn't be that big of a problem, He thought as he trotted listlessly off toward the source of the alluring smell, his paws almost seeming to carry him of their own volition. I mean, there's got to be something still hanging arou- well hey, what do you know. His grin deepened slightly as he glimpsed to figures sharing a meal over the rise, and he started off towards them before halting abruptly, an instinctive insecurity impeding his friendly disposition. For a moment, he was hesitant, an unwelcome sensation of cautious distrust rolling over him like a wave. He remembered Argo, and that she-wolf he was always tailing like a whining pup, and the battalion of wolves who had surrounded him and chased him into the flames. He couldn't help but glance down at the scar arching over his foreleg, his expression tense with disconcerted doubt. The moment passed fairly quickly, however, and his amiable smile returned with a swift jolt of his head before he continued on towards the pair, forcing away his inhibitions with the onset of his confident disposition. Forget that. It happened, so what. There's no changing it. These are my pack mates now; these are the wolves I've devoted my skills to. He dismissed his uncertainty with relative ease, and his demeanor was amicable and friendly as he bounded towards the wolves, his paw steps casual and sure.

"Afternoon, comrades." He greeted the two with a polite dip of his head as he halted before them, his disposition pleasant and his maw smiling gently as he raised his head once more. "I was wondering when I'd run into some of my new pack mates. My name is Samoset; pleased to make your acquaintance." The male was a fairly large brute, far bigger than him, with a thick brown and white coat and bright amber eyes. The she-wolf was roughly the same size as him, if not a bit taller, with a pelt of dark gray and creamy tan. There was a half eaten rabbit lying at the female's paws, and his stomach rumbled once more with the insouciant hunger of living alone. "That's a nice looking catch; I'm assuming one of you is a hunter?" He commented earnestly, his amiable smile never wavering.

It seemed as though the large male was new as well, and after catching a whiff of their scents, he could tell it was true of both of them. They all betrayed a smell of separate lands, mingled fragrances of wilds distant but now juxtaposed through their meeting here. There was an element of sameness as well, but it was minuscule and muddled, as if the pack odor itself had yet to be established. He had guessed Pyrvanthros was a fairly new conception when he first arrived at the border, but it wasn't until now that he was discovering the depth of the situation. This pack really was new, in every sense of the word; from what he could tell thus far, they were little more than a sparse assortment of wandering loners looking for a place to call home, and a community to belong to.

"Pleased to meet you, Zephyr, and thank you for the kind offer." He lilted in polite reply, his tone earnest. "I've had to hunt down my meals alone as of late, though I doubt I'm as skilled as you." Mae had taught him how to hunt along with her own pups, but he wasn't quite as proficient as his peers, or, at least he didn't think he was. He remembered that Ama had been a natural, locating and killing prey with an easy grace she scarcely exhibited anywhere else. Argo was capable enough to feed himself, just as Samoset was, and he almost seemed to stumble just as often. His charismatic expression softened slightly at the memory; Argo had often gotten cross with him whenever they hunted as a group.

He turned away from his wandering memories at the she-wolf's inquire, and he smiled amicably in response. "Title? Ah, I forgot about that." He stated placidly, apparently unconcerned he had failed to include the information in his initial pleasantries. "Sorry, I've never really lived with a pack before, so most of this is new to me. I'm a healer." He responded amiably before taking a seat beside them, his demeanor friendly and confident. "And your name is Tatsu? That's pretty. What do you do?" He smiled graciously when she offered to give him the rest of her meal, and he dipped his head in courteous reply. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He sunk his teeth into the soft, exposed muscle of the animal's underbelly before tearing off a hunk, the meat tender and sweet on his tongue.