male 39 inches 183 pounds russet/black no home no imprint ariel!


A journey was something magical. It could take someone places that they had never thought to seek. There could be miles of open field that, when the sun hit it just right, sung with the beautiful colors of late spring. Unfortunately for Jago, his journey had been nothing of the sort. His paws were still healing from the sharp, jagged rocks of the hills that he had climbed and his ribs were bruised he presumed as a result of slipping down a slope at the ending thaw of winter. Jago would never show that he was in pain anyway. He wasn’t hurting anything like a couple of weeks ago after his fall. Then again, a couple of weeks ago he was still hunting for himself through the pain. He had to trudge on to keep from stepping on toes and attracting unwanted attention and so he did.

Eventually he had made his way back to the familiar smell of Moladion. Taviora had been the last place he had stepped foot in the land and now his smell had gently faded as if he had never existed. But it did not matter if he came and went. He was not in high power nor did he have a mate or a litter of pups to tie him to. Jago was free to do as he pleased until he made the decision to settle down somewhere but only God knew when he would.

The smell of Coszcotl was strong wafted through the patch of trees in front of Jago. His eyes searched for the mass form of the male and eventually he did emerge. Jago could not help but to let a smirk curl across his lips. His old friend, if that was even what it was. Coza had taken him in after Jago had lost to him so it must have been a friendly gesture. Even Coza’s voice was kind and sympathetic toward the turn-offish russet wolf.

“Home sounds strange, but I’ll accept it.” His words were dipped in humor. “Nothing but a scratch here and a broken rib there,” he mused, “but I have been well. It smells as if you’ve been doing fairly well since my disappearance.” A dark chuckle slipped from his throat. Of course it was a comment on the smell of faint pup and female on him. What a fun time he had had indeed.

“I do apologize for my disappearance. You know…daddy issues. Besides that, I’ve come to accept your blessing of training the Tomahawks if you’ll still have me.” Jago would understand if Coza declined him the offer. He did disappear for months after all.

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