[[rupture]] Belonging May Never Come

[Lemon]

``wolf name, Camo Kain
``wolf age, 1 year and 8 months
``wolf breed, mexican wolf
``LINK TO BIO, Camo Kain
``personality, +Strict with rules +Obeys pack order -A bit too hard on young ones sometimes -Doesn't like to fight... at all *force is necessary for him*
``rank, Anyone is fine with me. What ever seems fitting.
``your roleplay goes here....

Camo strolled in on the quite street. His body was low enough to hide behind some tall, orange grass that came out of the cracked ground. His ears were acute and sensitive to the slightest sound. He could hear his pelt graze against the ground and the soft birds overhead chirp. They seemed to be so talkative these days, Camo thought. Taking no precaution too lightly, Camo looked 180 degrees around him, then made a scurry to the other side of a street. He could smell other animals here. Their scent rubbed his nose every which way, soon making him sneeze. Quickly however, Camo looked up out of the little clearing to make sure that his cover was blown.

The only reason Camo dare come to such a ground was to meet this pack. He had heard the other packs about the Positano Ruins. The way they talked about them, how their rules were strict and punishment severe, made Camo itch all over. He thought that it was about time that he joined a pack, a family none the less. Ever so quickly, Camo came closer and closer the packs territory. Things were working out so far. He hasn't ran into any pack members or any animals. Questioning his luck, Camo took a daring move. He could smell the pack's scent, well probably the alpha's, the moment he crossed the imaginary line. This was it. He was here. Taking a few more paw steps into their land, Camo only slightly came up from his crotch. He wasn't comfortable being so close to his death.