The almost fox colored wolf padded through Starfall. For the last few months, he had been sleeping in scattered dens and hideaways, without any true home. Surely, these lands did not feel much like home either. He sighed, his pale blue eyes closing for a small moment. Juliet had brought him with to these lands, yet, he had not seen his cousin since. His white stockings glided across the lands, despite the grass being slightly stiffened by the oncoming winter season. Tybalt needed a new home, as the loneliness was ever looming over his head and heart. It made him feel heavier than normal.

After wandering for what seemed like forever, he found himself outside of the lands of one of the many packs of Starfall. This one he had heard somewhat of: Dawnshire. There were perks of just being a lone wolf – he somehow managed to overhear of all conflict and partnerships between packs. The most recent news to hit his ears? The alliances between Dawnshire, Amberjorne, and Hawthorne, and the royal marriage that had occurred between Dawnshire and Hawthorne. Tybalt knew that residence in one of these two packs would probably be best…and Hawthorne was not really up his aisle. He had nothing against vampries per se, but considering the fox colored male was as bright as he was and yet had no mutation, Ty felt as if he would stick out in Hawthorne. That pack had many wolves of darker hues, some even having accents of almost blood colored fur, and red eyes appeared to be common among the royal lineage.

Having given enough time to his thoughts, he made his decision. Ty let out a howl that expressed an interest to join Dawnshire. His ears waited until the echoes of his call stopped bouncing off the trees. His baby blue eyes made a quick scan in the lands before him, to see if anyone close by was responding quickly and headed his way. Not seeing signs of anyone, he directed his rear to the ground, wrapping his black tail around his left side as he sat. The Ethiopian wolf probably would not stick out as much in Dawnshire, surely. He looked like a fox in coloration, and all that Ty was hoping for was that fur colors were more diverse amongst the members of Dawnshire. The soldier did not want to stick out, in fact, all he really wanted to be was just a soldier. Tybalt did not have a desire for power, rather, his strongest desire right now was just to have a place to call home and a den to truly call his own.

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