((*Embarassment* I'd even read your starting posts! XP))
Alyua
The brute could feel a tick on his muzzle. It's little legs gripped him, and he squirmed in uncomfortable annoyance. This was not a good time to present himself to a pack, looking like a walking flea bag. Still, he needed help. Shaking his head, the brute rose delicately to his comically large feet, raising his muzzle to the sky and letting out a clear, low note: "Hellooo?" He hoped that the Alpha of his new pack'd hear, for right now he needed acceptance. He was relatively weak, but he could talk and persuade him or her of his strengths. It could be done. Then, he'd be safe. Security was his priority.








