This land is warm and calm, something serene and familiar to the wolf. But while it is familiar, it is also not. He was born in the frigid snows, in the places most others did not thrive. His pelt was thick and lush, adapted for such climates- and not for ones such as what he currently found himself in. But he did not mind. He coped by keeping his paws cool in the shallows of a large lake. He did not know the name of the large body of water, but he knew that in time, if he so wished it, he would know. Afterall- having only stepped foot within these new lands mere hours ago, he was making good time in finding himself in the heart of the place. His current goal was to seek out others, and Luminous knew his best chance at that was near and around water. And so when the sound of laughter and voices reached him, he did not bother to dampen the broad grin that then caressed his muzzle. He was not pompous or full of himself- but he knew that he was often right about things. This time was no exception.
When they finally came into view, he did not pause, hestitate, or even slow down his pace. He simply continued forward until he was just beside a few of them. There were two currently in the water, with others scattered along the shoreline- some conversing, some acting as if they didn't even know the others existed, and some who even looked weary among so many strangers. With his mottled tail of bluesilver, blueblack, and bluegrey wagging slowly behind him, his gemmed eyes of the brightest gold turned to those closest to him- a sopping wet female and a red hued male, with only a moment passing before his voice is flowing forth. 'Lovely weather we're having today, isn't it?' The words are spoken with a smile, his eyes gleaming with good and warmth, portraying that his words are genuine and that he is here to make peace and purposefully seek out others. Call him cliche for talking about the weather- he wouldn't mind. He would simply be happy to be in the presence of others at last- new faces, new scents, with thoughts of his past fading quickly behind him. And yet- how could he know that the past would always haunt him. Their past, in fact..
'Talks like this'
male - six - no love - no soul - loner - brother to Artimus