It had been some time now since he was left by himself. Waking up one day to find that the one person who could explain this crazy world to some degree at least had ditched him and moved on wasn't the greatest experience Tom had had. Sure, there was no doubt that the elder wolf had some serious issues but still, he was better than nothing.
So now Tom had rolled on his own a while, but it felt very wrong for some reason.
Sure, he didn't mind going solo but late in the night he felt alone in a way he never felt before the change.
So now he intended to stop dodging other wolves and draw some attention to himself.
He had been warned about the Pure and their way of doing things so he checked for signs of them owning territory, but all other signs was ignored.
So basically he just walked into a random packs territory and awaited the packs response.
"Hmmm, kinda wonder if this is the way things usually goes? Ah what the heck, what's the worst that could happen?" He thinks to himself as he approaches a small coffee shop, buys a coffee to go and heads down to the park.
Unless he meets anyone of interest along the way he heads down to the park and finds a bench and waits for someone or something to happen...