At rest, that's how he would describe himself right now. His frame relaxed in the creases of the stones, crags making the perfect bed for the monochrome bandit. His spring colored gaze is locked away from view, hypnotists eyes shielded behind darkened curtains. His ears move now and again, making anything aware that he was still listening, near to waking fully. Something catches the boy's attention, his eyes snapping open soundlessly as his ears swivel to pinpoint the sound of nails against icy stone.

He lifted his head, the grey in the rock giving away the ghost's outline. For a moment, his sleepy gaze finds the likeness of his mother, so he blinks. The wolf walking was a near copy of his mother, only one difference. Jumanji could see the red in this female's eyes, that familiar red. He stands, stretching out sleep tightened muscles, being curled on oneself all night was not the most comfortable of positions. He watches her, licking his lips as he moves forward. He uses his pads rather than his claws to navigate the icy rocks, his toes gripping the slick faces easily as he walks over them. He was born by the river, raised in the swamps. Ice is normal to him now, and easy for him to move across.

She seems at peace almost, as if she is content with her surroundings, and Jumanji sees fit to ruin what little comfort she has found. His claws do not make a sound on the stones, weight evenly distributed for maximum silence like his mother, the pads of his paws barely making a whisper against the stones. Once he is close enough to her, Jumanji lets loose a loud howl, hoping to startle the female. He ducks behind a rather large rock, hiding himself from her beautiful ruby gaze. He will reveal himself soon enough, once the echo is done bouncing, once she is looking for the source of the howl. He will come out then.

male :: four years old :: belongs to no one :: none bear his blood :: homeless