Ever since his father had left that day, back when he still had hands and hair and everything that had made him human, Silver had sworn that he would make it on his own. But in the two days since he had woken up, unsure of what had happened to cause him to arrive in this place, he had realised that he didn't want to be alone. As much as he hated that fear of abandonment that settled so vehemently in his gut, it was impossible to ignore. From strangers he'd paid minimum heed to, the male had heard of these Clans- communities of creatures just like himself, where he could be alone and with others all at the same time- and had decided he'd just join the first one that stumbled upon him. He wasn't picky, particularly- it wasn't like it mattered. He wasn't going to be around for long, just until someone contacted him- Krys or Gold or anyone- and pulled him out of this dump. Then he could go back to his old ways of walking around with no goal in particular, enjoying the independent life he shared with people he'd be reluctant to call friends.
So here he was, in the territory of Wind Haven, red eyes half lidded as he sauntered. The wolf was unaware that he was in a place that belonged to these so-called Clans, and so trudged on, oblivious and with a terribly pissed-off aura emanating from his form.
/ dies this is awful bc i'm tired but here is a boy