The tall stilted foreigner paraded confidently into the unacquainted land, his head swung up to seize the gentle breeze that passed swiftly through. It carried the chill of the far north. He was hardly surprised however; the harsh winter that had lain upon the kingdom was too difficult to forget. Pantaleon was undeterred, he had faced several winters so it did not come as a shock. The only time he struggled was in the heart of the night, when he would be forced to find shelter that would block out the coldness. The snow had since melted, leaving the reminder of its presence by the slight dampness it left. And as a final reminder, the chilled air that lingered upon Blossom Forest.

Pantaleon traced the edge of the falls. It exhibited a calm temper and posed no threat to anyone as they passed by. The water fell smoothly, spluttering into ripples as it touched the small stream below. The male contemplated the best place to settle. His head thumped in a dull ache and he found through his travels that the only way it could be smoothed was to indulge in a deep drink. He settled his decision on the smoothest part of the stream and lowered his haunches to the marshy ground. The top of his nose touched the surface of the water, gently inhaling before sending ripples as he began to drink. The auburn varg found that he was finally able to relax and with that thought, he let out a sigh of relief.

Maned wolves are extremely tall creatures, and Pan was no exception. His height had succeeded his mother and had just fallen short of his sire. He was purely average- retaining the average strength with the average delicacy of his paws. In fact, Pantaleon was extremely… average! But his chiselled appearance to uneducated wolves was an interesting view. Once or twice, the Kalak had caught the stare of a passer-by who had been astounded by his height and slender frame. It was flattering though, when the eyes of passers fell upon him.

Did he want company? He was uncertain. Pantaleon had carried out his travels alone mostly; though a few times he had been accompanied by a stranger but never for long. The auburn male didn’t object to company, as far as he was concerned it was welcomed. He was fond of the traditional ideas, settling down, having a family, being a respected member of a pack but he had never found the right place to do it and currently he found no deep longing to mature. He was still young – there was plenty of time to do all of that.


{ooc - yay it's finally finished! <3}