OoC- I suppose I post here or whatever. Sorry I haven't been on... I was grounded. Lol. ^^'

BiC- The far flung stars shone like traveller's lamps in the velvet night sky, lighting all in pale shades of blue and silver. The moon's orb hung full amid them, it's soft white rays falling like dust through the trees, dappling the ground in white and grey. Black shadows clung from the trees as curtains, darker than the starlit sky, where the brightness did not touch, forming a maze from light and darkness under the canopy. The lace patterns of darkness and silver gave way to soft light spread over the ashen and russet hued fur of a wiry mascu as he emerged from the dense band of forest onto open plains.

Through the whispering night the slender wolf walked, his black and brown pelt rippling around him in the gentle wind, his golden-amber eyes reflecting the moonlight. His paws were dust covered and weary, his limbs stiff from the unceasing travels of moon after moon, and his long, full tassel hung limp by his hinds. He placed his paws determinedly one after the other in the long golden grass, walking at a steady, dogged pace. The wind flowed around him again, stirring leaves and fur alike, and brushing him with icy cold to the bone, so that he shivered.

As the night wore on towards sunrise and the sky began to show the first signs of lightening, the wind bore with it a scent, new to the repeating world her senses perceived, and Kamuliir looked up, sniffing the air, his ears suddenly perked. He knew it for the border of a terra, a smell he had not known for long months in the wilderness, and realised now that he had sorely missed. He sighed, his breath billowing a cloud into the numb air, and looked up at the moon, his eyes sad and hopeful, yet hard and serious as the shining circle reflected on them.

He looked down from the sky and searched around him, standing close upon the boundary to the terra, and his spirit tugged within him, yearning towards a terra to call home, his social instincts backing it. Turning his head once more up to the starred sky, he fixed the moon in his sights, and a smile rose on his muzzle. He closed his eyes and howled, the haunting tune spiralling it's sound away through the night, long and powerful, as he brought his head back down and watched ahead of him, his call carrying its own message:

'Seeking Pack, Dubbed Kamuliir'