He had been resting, winter was a very unfavored time of year for the white wolf, few things held good news in the winter times. Mostly deaths, those to inferm to make it through till spring would calf at this time of year, children too... he'd been having frequent dreams of children since he'd dreamed of Ska being taken away. There was still one more pup's future to come to fruition, one that wouldn't be a very pleasant one. He knew the feeling. Like icicles down his back, shivering he curls his nose under his leg and forces his white eyes closed. After some hours of restless resting, ironic eh? he decides to find a different quiet location to traverse with the fates and see what he could come up with at this time and place. He goes within his den and grabs the small bag that he'd hidden behind a bunch of bedding.
No need for anyone to find these he had thought to himself
who would want a bag of bones? their special so? their still a bag of bones. You could get new ones. By the looks of it you need new ones, "ugh shut up!" he said it out loud before he could remember where he was.
He shakes his head sharply, as he walks back out he passes by the gater skin he'd kept from Ishtar's provided meal. A sign from her. She had not warmed up to him like most would, he had known that it would be hard going from the start, telling someone that you saw their mate die in your dreams the night before it happened... never went down smoothly, and it probably felt like a glass of nails being swollowed. It was all he could do to turn away from it and keep going outside. The weather wasn't to bad, winter didn't seem to be trying to kill anyone today. He set off for his little grove of tree's and bushes, you'd think he'd learn already that going to this place ment that he was gonna be bothered at some point in time, perhaps he hopes on a painfully thin line, that he wont be. That line, so thin, painfully thin, is snapped before he even gets within the bracken confines of his personal space as a howl scrapes through the frosty air and grates against his brain. Only one person could do that... ok, we lied... two persons could do that. Only one of them was long and dead while the other lived well and true within these boarders.
Well, he might as well not keep her waiting, no need for him to be pinned to the ground again, he knew that even as young as he was right now he would feel the pain of that rock as it tried to break through fur and skin to reach the ever ritch marrow of his bones. He halts breifly and rolls that shoulder, working it as he stands there with the bag of bones, rocks, shells and antler bits in his mouth. He can hear her voice, talking to someone else, his ears perk slightly, she sounded in discontent, yet there was that hint of fullness... he knew that sound. He didn't know what it was all about. He mumbles now as he finishes the rest of the trek to where the two wolves are. Ishtar, the Blood Mouth, sits as another male, one who is clearly more delusional than Paldor himself, stands near the queen. He didn't like this moment. He knew that Ishtar could fend for herself if she so needed to, but things seemed to be a bit close right now.
He sets down the bag of bones in front of him, a pale hide of sorts is wrapped around the odd conconction of things
"You called Ishtar," he said moving to sit in front of her, it's unfortunate that he doesn't know how to submit himself, atleast not fully. Ishtar though knows that he's capable of doing such a thing when the time calls for it so he truly hopes that she knows his place in her pack. His pale, white, pupil-less eyes turn from Ishtar unblinkingly towards the other male. Pale? he turns his gaze back to Ishtar as one eye brow raises slightly in a quizzical appearence.
"What is it you seek to know?" for that is truly the only reason he could think of her coming to him, if it involved this male... well, he surely didn't know a thing about the man right at this moment in time. The bones could always tell a different story though.
"this is how he speaks"
Paldor thoughts look like this
Voices in his head look like this
arctic wolf | male | seven | mystic | Ruvindra | no bond | iromar