It would take more than a season to grow fat upon bones for this old wolf, his coat is still ragged and torn in places from his affliction, those pale white eyes seem to still be haunted by the demons that lurk in the back corner of his mind. The visions had stopped all together now, it is apparent to the white male that he will never see again and he wonders if this is a blessing or a curse. To have viewed the world for years and years from behind a blanket of smoke and then all of a sudden to not have any view like it again. He had spent many nights up until now trying to recover his body back from the drugs that had sent him on a downward spiral and for the time being it seems that he is cured.
He had slept in late this morning and when he woke he found the den empty, it wasn't new. They were both wandering souls and it would seem cruel to lock them up together in a tiny hole for days on end. Besides, he was not the boss of her, this was evident in their entire relationship. She had always been his boss and to be truthful he wouldn't have it any other way. She had saved his life more times than he could shake a stick at something, even if she didn't really know she'd done it. She'd done it. And so he stretches lazily, his haunches raising up to grace their boney hips on the ceiling of the den before he left the den for the day.
After a few moments of looking around he found the scent of Vain and had followed it until he'd found his son sitting atop a grass tuff looking deep into the waters. They'd spoken for quiet some time, talked about this that and the other things that had meaning in this life. And a few things that didn't. It was apparent now that Vain would be the one to have the burden placed upon him. Some how... Paldor felt sorry for the kid. He had told Vain that if he wanted to talk, that he always had time for him no matter what he was doing, Vain had accepted the invitation. Strange how they were so similar and yet... so different. After they'd spoke the silence began to grow and when Paldor could no longer take it he left.
Now, the sun was out and the winter air was slowly seeping into his bones, he was getting old and he didn't like it. Though he was reminded on a daily basis that now he had a reason to be a grumpy old fart. This could be the only bonus he could think of when it came to growing old and he didn't want to think of how much longer he actually had on this earth. Already he'd wasted far to much time in his own little world, it was time to see what pack life was really all about. His wanderings bring him to the boarder. A trio of scents captivates his nostrls, one he knows better than any other scent including his own, another he is vaguely familiar with but had never truely met, and the third was a new scent all together. As he grew closer he spotted Ruvindra atop a boulder, regal as ever even if she was just relaxing.
Below stood two other wolfess's both as white as Ruvindra, his eyes narrow slightly but that is all the tension there is to him, his muscles are non-existant and so they do not tighten or flex in any manner. His crooked tail hangs low to his body and he moves around the back side of the boulder to come and stand beside it, his pale white head looking up to his mate before turning those haunting pupil-less eyes upon the pair on the ground. His ears flick to catch the words of what he assumed to be the younger of the two though it was hard to tell, the one who hadn't spoken yet took on a stance much like that of an alpha and he smiled slightly. He sniffs the air, his nostrils flare ever so slightly, his nose tipping very slightly to catch the scent of the sea upon their bodies.
"Yes yes, do tell what Glorall wants with Iromar" he says in his deep, mythical voice, haunted by the voices in his head there is only a small tick to his left eye as one of them speaks up
"hmm flesh."
"this is how he speaks"
"The voices in his head"
Arctic Wolf | Male | Ten | Auspex | Ruvindra | no bond | Iromar