It was a highly ponderous thing, or at least to the mind of the prodigy it was. Why was it, that the river stones possessed a quality so smooth, while the stones from the shore often appeared rough and misshaped in comparison? His brilliant mind is truly of the belief that water plays a role hear, yet, how the water manages to make each river stone look near identical is another thing. He understands tide and current, yes, but still he finds a perplexing amusement in the convergence of these things and for a moment, the gleaming golden boy is given to smile, a rare thing these days, considering that which has occurred. He has been absent from even Everchime of late, withdrawn more into himself and his den with his own thoughts. After all, his greatest gift, a mind quite unlike any have ever seen before, is also his curse. He cannot stop his thoughts, cannot keep them from taking up his waking hours and truly he finds himself almost tired. There is little rest to be had by a male whose mind is full. Truly he cannot help himself, his thoughts turning over and over within his mind about how each act could have been changed, how Weylin or Sulan or any of the previous Alpha’s could have performed so much better, how better he could have advised them, though indeed the rejection by his own adopted brother still cut at him. Emotions were never his thing, perhaps that is the fault of his blood sire, of Indus, a male whom, though Pan had known little over him before the fall of the sky- had always been reserved within himself. Never with Justice though, not truly, half of Moladion had known of the love between his parents and yet, for all that, how is it that only he lives? Where were his other siblings of full and half blood? Why had they all gone away?

Attempting to distract himself further, the gorgeous golden male lifted himself to his heavy paws, muscle and bulk rolling beneath his thickened pelt, the legacy of the once Queen of Trenus so clear in her golden son as he stood. Indeed he had always been at least a little disappointed to have failed to inherit any of his Fathers height, really, being powerful was one thing, tall another thing entirely and yet he had long ago stopped attempting to understand height-based genetics once it became abundantly clear that without fathering a number of children himself, from both short and tall females, he would perhaps never have the answer to his questions. Reaching down to collect his river stones, the black-eyed male moved to head back towards his own den to better contemplate the other fractions of his existence when a change in the wind brought him reason to pause, head lifting slightly to better sort though the scent of water and sand before dismissing it entirely, moving to walk back along the bank, considering, not for the first time, how very much higher the water seemed this year. If only Weylin had listened, if only Weylin hadn’t sent him away he’d probably still be alive and the pack wouldn’t have embarrassed itself in front of Moladion. Alpha-blood, it would seem, does not rest quietly or softly for so long, he is approaching his prime and his full strength and truly the golden male is beginning to grow restless with a need for something….more.

He continues on, going only another few paces when a cry splits the air, causing the heavy male to pivot nearly in place, his collection of stones dropping from his lips in shock. Pan? Who is calling for Pan? He paused for only another moment longer before breaking into a steady lope, heading for the direction of the sound, obsidian eyes searching the banks for any sight of this…female, yes, it was a female cry yet certainly not one made by Everchime or Selene and considering they may well be the only females he often consorts with he is perplexed by this new call, along with the familiar tone. He cannot say in what way it is familiar, knows only that he does indeed know it, he can almost feel it within himself before he brushes off such a notion as ridiculous, mounting the crest of the small rise before his black eyes and golden features fall upon the sight of another honeyed creature and he is given to simply…stop. He…..he knows he knows her- yet from where? Females have never been his strong suit, not truly, he barely knew his sisters, so many died before they grew and despite the fact he has, since very near his first year of life been plagued with a golden pelt that draws females to him like moths to flame, the boy remains no less comfortable with them, preferring his academic pursuits in comparison to female attention. Yet- this girl he knows. He allows a small bark of sorts to be released, to draw her attention towards him as he stood, gleaming like copper and gold atop the hill, head tilting slightly in curiosity, waiting, he supposes, for her to announce herself and why she has summoned him. It cannot be his Mother, no she is to young and surely…surely this is not a sister returned to him? They all left, they all left him and Pan long ago made his peace with that, or so he told himself.





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5 years ~ No Mate ~ No Imprint ~ Indus x Wild Justice ~ Prodigy of Glorall