Tanner then sighed, and stood up shakily. His legs were strangely a bit shaky. He glanced down at them before stretching them in front of him carefully. He had a look of slight confusion plastered across his face as he pulled both legs back into his body. He shook out his fur, knocking loose a few specks of dirt from his pelt. He turned, taking slow deliberate steps to the entracne of the den, and poked his head out first. Then he stepped out completely, stepping up on a rock that over looked the pack wolves' dens.