Leaves bundled up beneath Lyall, as he sat in the forest of gold, and beautiful towering trees around him. He took a deep breath. The breeze helped flood his senses with the clear and crisp scent of the outdoors he was in. He closed his eyes, taking in the sounds of the birds and the chipmunks and squirrels that were skittering in the trees.

He opened his eyes again, and looked around. There wasn't any other life form, other than the miscellaneous animals that were hidden among the bushes and rocks scattered throughout the forest. He stood up and shook off his poofy tail, which collected the little rubble of dirt and leaves that were on the ground. He loved this forest.

He took some steps, thinking, what am I doing? I really have no plan about getting around and living my life. It's almost as if it had a lack of interesting events in it..

After those thoughts, he caught a different scent that wafted into his snout. His fur on his pack prickled, and his curiosity levels went  rocketing.

He took a deep breath, and followed the scent. As he took every step, the scent became stronger. Soon, the scent became the strongest it's ever been. He realized now. This was the edge of a pack. Lyall stopped. He sat down again, feeling the remnants on the ground cling to it. He pondered for a second about joining. Then he remembered his old pack.

Maybe the wolves here would be the same - expectant that Lyall would be respectful and selfless.
Maybe they would have the decency to let Lyall be less selfless and more selfish.
Maybe these wolves would help him get a new start - different from his past.

Lyall thought about it for moments more, then decided: He was going to attempt to join this pack.

Remembering that his father told him legends about other packs and the lone wolves that caused trouble in the pack - but that's not important. What Lyall remembers is the small detail about the lone wolves, and how they called out to the pack they joined by howling.

Unsure what to do, Lyall risked it. He took a deep breath, inhaling the cooler air around him. He used his energy to create a long, deep howl. It was a pretty sound, and Lyall was confident in it. The sound traveled through his body, making his fur prickle again, and his head tilts back with the howl.

He finishes the lovely note, making his voice heard, hopefully, throughout the land of this pack. He looked around, hoping that another canine heard his call. He sniffed the unknown scent, in attempt to recognize it better, since he was (hopefully) joining this pack. If that was a possibility.

It was midday, the sun shining brightly over the transitioning trees. Autumn would be arriving soon, and the leaves would be turning to shades of brown, orange, yellow, and red. Occasionally there would be some purple mixed in there, but not so much as it was grouped with the others. But the leaves were still green, and the temperature still hot and sunny, and that would remain through a good quarter to half of the new season. Then things would start to chill down and before they knew it winter would be upon them. Officially making Agavos a year old, though, at the rate they were growing, it seemed as if they had been here for quite some time. At some point the Delta would hope that the growth would slow down, a rapid increase would be good for a short while. But in reality, the pack needed to be stabilized before anything else happens. Shaking out his coat, the black pelted wolf made his way through the forest. He was intending to go out into the neutrals to find a place or someone to bring a little spark into his days. With the heat and his business, he found life quite hard to enjoy at the moment, his dark pelt seeming to draw in the sun rather than reflect it. Part of him wished he had a white coat, it would be much cooler. But he was given what he was and that was final, it wasn't like he could just change his coat color. Or perhaps he could, it would never be permanent though.

As he loped forward and towards the edge of the territory a sound rang out. A howl from the borders. That could only mean one thing.. Another one? Now!? I supposed I will have to take a detour.. Letting out a groan he came to a stop, his head going back slightly. These wolves had the worst timings, or for him at least. Changing his direction the brute began to trot in the direction the call had come from. His ears were perked, his head held at an appropriate height, and his tail raised a tad. And that was his same appearance as he found who had called. He was a white brute and stood a few feet from the borderline. Letting out a loud bark he said, "Who are you? You stand at the border of the pack Agavos, and you have called for a higher rank. Due to your request and to my utmost convenience..." He was a tad irritated that his plans had been ruined and/or postponed. He wasn't usually this stern and unfriendly at border requests. But still, he had been a bit moody lately and no one was exempt from his attitude. "-I have arrived. What is it that you wanted to speak with one of us about, wolf?"

Lyall listened for seconds after his call. Did no one hear him? He looked around, and no one came.

Then he heard a sound. His ears swiveled towards the sound, and he glanced up. There was another wolf. He anxiously sat there, his nerves were riled up, and his adrenaline rushing.

The wolf approached him, and spoke. His words were elegant. And he made his point clear. Obviously, this wolf was not in the mood to deal with Lyall.

Lyall listened to his words. This is the first interaction Lyall has had with another wolf since he left his previous pack. He considered his answer, and then replied, "I wish to see about joining this pack."

He said the words in a subtle tone, but still enough to get his point across without the hostile approach. He felt like this would make it easier to converse with this soul.

Even though he had only said a mere 8 words, they meant a lot. And they would change his life.

My apologies for the shortness~

So you want to join Agavos, hmm? That would have been my guess if you are standing at our borders. Lifting his head more, the delta scanned the alabaster male. They didn't have many whites in their borders, most of the colors being brown or darker shades of grey and black. However, majority of the colors did not overrule who could be let inside. Drifting his gaze back towards the facial features of the male, Desoto let the silence reign on for a moment more. Staring straight into the eyes of the other, wondering wether or not he would remove his gaze, or stare back at him. Smirking slightly, he spoke, "Alright then, let us get to the formalities. I am Delta Desoto. Who might you be and what could you offer to us here? Be wise with your words, I don't have all day and they might just decide your fate." Flicking his ear he silenced his cords, stopping the vibrations occurring in his throat so that the stranger may speak.