Loneliness. It weighted constantly down upon him, almost as if the grey that stretched along his back was a physical weight pulling at him. He had wandered for quite a while now. A harsh winter had driven him from his homeland, allowing for the rest of his family to have a better chance in his absence. It broke his heart to leave them, but he had to do what was best for them, at whatever cost to him. Well, except at the cost of starving to death to stay with them. But still, he wasn’t their best hunter and now whatever game they did catch would go straight to those who needed it most. Even if he hated being on his own, he had learned to take care of himself well enough on his own.


He had practically thrown himself into a trance of sadness when paw prints appeared in the snow in front of him. And they were fresh! His tail instantly rose from its lowered position as he brought his head forward, catching the scent. Just moments had passed since this wolf had passed this way! Lifting his head again, he brought his nose to the air. Sure enough, he could catch other scents on the wind, at least four, perhaps more. He couldn’t be quite sure. His tail now up and wagging in his excitement, he bounded in the direction the footsteps had come from.


Once he caught sight of the other wolves, he slowed, stopping once he was at a respectful distance. He looked around expectantly, knowing better than to speak out of turn.

D.I.M.A.S.
. male . three years . no fling . no love . no family .
Kerowyn