Blank was trying to adjust to life on his own, he had been used to being surrounded by the small huskies and though the life wasn't a good one, it was company all the same. He as a social creature really and under his rough exterior he was a kind hearted soul and needed the attention from other creatures. Today he found himself wandering though the thicker parts of the woods, it was strangely quite in these sorts of areas, thick woods always seem to 'eat' up any noise, allowing the mind to create its own. One sound was predominant though and that was the soft clicking of the shackles around his forelegs. He knew these were going to cause him trouble with hunting but with all things he'd take it in his stride, he always came out of a hard situation in the end, marked or unmarked it didn't matter, he still made it out.
Stopping for a moment he sat down and twisted slightly to scratch absently at his torn ear, flicking the golden hoop. He cast his amber eyes over the woods, hoping to spot another wolf, he needed some company, he longed for it.
