Hopefully this topic goes better than the first. You have my apologies once again for that.
Rick James walked lazily down the tar road, away from the place he once called home. He had reached the inner city limits and now could barely go a minute or even less without a car rushing on past him. No one stopped, though it wasn't like Rick expected any of them too. Even some of his old packmates passed him by without a second glance. The only reason Rick could tell their cars from the millions of others who drove by was because he'd washed many of them during his time as an omega under Braveheart rule.
But those times were sadly, not so sadly, over. The Alpha had been killed and no one had decided to step up and take his place, so the pack was forced to disperse. He heard of some that were planning long distance trips so that they may be reunited with family, and others, like himself, had decided to stay in the general area by joining a local pack. There were two in this area. One, Eternal Darkness; the formal enemy of Braveheart, and two, Venantium. Venantium was a new pack which was actually led by the former Braveheart Betas. He wasn't quite sure why they decided to run off and start a pack of their own, he hadn't heard any of the details. But during breakfast clean up for a couple days he would constantly hear about how Beta Teimhnin and Beta Jace had created a place for themselves along Long Island. So Rick, without a dire need to kill and feast, decided to follow the steps of others towards his past Betas' new pack.
However when James did finally manage to make it to the freshly marked border, He was unsure with how to carry on. With the scent of so many humans around, it seemed unlikely for him to do a swift change and call out a greeting. But how else was he supposed to make his presence known? There wasn't exactly a giant red buzzer at the front gate allowing new recruits inside. Rick cast a quick glance around before changing his facial features just slightly, then let out a simple and clipped melody. Then Rick had nothing else to do but wait. So to pass the time by, Rick acted as if he was simply just another tourist. He watched birds fly overheard and listened to the waves crash rhythmically against the shore.