[center][h2][color=black][b]Tomas Collins[/b][/color][/h2]
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[i][color=black]“ I've been gone for far too long.”[/color][/i][/center]
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[b]H[/b]is bare feet felt hardened from walking on the ground, the sensations of his former-paws enhancing the feeling all the more. Where was everybody? he thought, catching glimpses of more-or-less alien wolves and people. Most of them were the same but either they did not recognize him or was simply afraid to approach out of fear of Niall. Tomas quirked his lips, passing by a chatterly group of female wolves. Instinctively, he raised hand in greeting and smiled, flashing a charm grin their way. They were staid and apprehensive.

[b]A[/b] few things would never change and that was, without a doubt, he held the potential to be a Alpha. Just like his brother. Should Niall die and no heirs to throne be born, it would be his responsibility to take over. [i]If[/i] he so pleased. Just the thought of it made him want to retreat. Since traveling the countryside, he learned that freedom was everything to him. Being tied down to a pack, as its leader, was overwhelming. He plopped down on a random wooden porch, his legs bent as he stared at the sky. When a voice spoke to him mentally, gentle and soft, Tomas lifted up, smiled, and stood straight up. 

[color=black][i][b]F[/b]inally. I was waiting for contact to be made. I didn't wanna alert anyone myself so I figured I'd let the pack initiate. Who am I speaking to? Its been awhile, I can't tell.[/i][/color]