★ ★ ★ (A bad starter for the bro himself)
The goldador paused, drawing in a long breath. This felt... Weird. Being here, at the edge of the territory of the clan he planned to try and join. Shaking his fur out a bit to try and soothe his nerves, the canine wondered if maybe this was a bad idea. He could stay a loner, couldn't he? He could, yeah. Still, he knew a few people here. Well, he had known people here. Wilford was dead now, wasn't he? Considering that, Wilford was one person not several.
This was stupid, he should just do it. Glancing back up from his paws he frowned, and again was hit with a wave of worry. Did he just sit here on the border and wait? He'd asked his friends for advice on this, but he was forgetting most of what had been said. He was pretty sure they had sad not to just wander into the territory, as that might be seen as aggressive. Still, he was going to get bored just sitting here.
"Uh... Hello? Is uh- is anyone there?"
He finally called out, deciding maybe someone would hear him and come along. If not he guessed he'd just have to sit here and wait, and try to entertain himself. Great.
MY BLEEDING HEART WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME