For the first time since his battle with the two Diveen wolves, Loki slipped out of the lands from Iromar. He needed to get the humid stink of the swamps out of his nose for a bit, decide if he truly intended to make those rather disgusting lands his home. They fought those that attacked him, that was certainly a plus for living there. Besides, Jezebeth was there, and she had proved the most interesting of all wolves he had met in these lands. But still, to ally himself with anyone went against his nature. He did not want to serve the greater good. He was in this to serve himself. Then again, perhaps it would serve him in the long run. There was no knowing what benefits this pack could offer him. Perhaps it was worth a shot.


Loki froze as the scent of many wolves filled his nose. Fear rose up in him, his eyes widening before he quickly schooled his expression. Enough of that. He filled his lungs until they burned, ribs still sore from his battle with the Diveen couple. Forcing himself to relax as he exhaled, he began moving again, limping slightly whenever his right hind leg was involved. The female had certainly done a number on him.


The other wolves came into view and he stopped, keeping his distance. The pair did not seem to be among them, but still, he wasn’t feeling quite so sociable as he had in the past. He was all to conscious of his injuries. He was an easy target right now. Not the easiest, he could still put up a fight, but he knew he was nowhere near his normal strength. It wouldn’t do to be caught off guard. And so he kept a distance between himself and the others, simply observing them.


"Speaks like this."

Loki
. male . five years . solid black . not mated . not imprinted . no pack .