[center][h2][color=DodgerBlue]Verik Kent[/color][/h2][/center]

Verik exited a diner that sat alongside a long vacant rode near the Bighorn Mountain range. The man had been tracking down his former pack, a pack he had not seen in eleven years. He'd taken countless buses and hitchhiked all the way here over the last few days, though he didn't take a straight line just in case he was being followed somehow which had increased the amount of time it had taken to arrive. A large eighteen wheeler truck drove by and honked it's horn at him, he waved as it pulled back onto the road heading south, the man had given him a lift for the last few hours to get him this far and they'd had a bite to eat inside the diner but Verik had to go north so they parted ways. Verik walked along the graveled area towards the road with his hands shoved into his pants pockets, and started his walk deeper into the mountainous area. It had been a pain having to track down where the pack had moved to after the incident eleven years ago, but he'd finally narrowed it down to this particular range, and speaking to a few locals he had an idea of where they we're located.

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Hours later he'd arrive at the end of a split road, and in the distance he could see the buildings of what he presumed to be the pack he was looking for. Verik was paused, looking from the small area to his phone which sadly didn't have a signal out here. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, he wasn't sure what he'd find here. A wolf on his own would eventually get caught by a hunter, and he had nothing, he didn't expect asylum but maybe a helping hand. Then again his father Orion had turned his back on the pack so they could very well shun him, assuming anyone he once knew was still with the pack. And if this pack was indeed his original pack, there was always that possibility. 

So with a huff he pushed himself to walk down the path before him. [color=DodgerBlue][i]What do I have to lose?[/i][/color]