Boredom had drawn the hulking beast of a wolf out of Asteraia, in search of a conversation or prey or something to fill his time. Suffice to say, Vincent felt rather.. stagnant at the moment. He would find a way to make things interesting again- he always did- but for the moment life was far too quiet for a creature born of chaos and blood. He was just looking for
something. A girl, maybe, to spend the cold winter nights with. And though he was no native to these lands, he knew of imprints. Though he hadn't found his yet, and maybe he never would, something still stirred inside of him when he thought of the word.
His tail gave a small flick as he crested a hill, fiery eyes falling upon a gathering of wolves. Lonely souls. There was something dead in the water, some type of elk or moose- he couldn't quite tell from here. But Vincent was no stranger to curiousity, and so he found himself heading down the hill towards the smattering of wolves.
Even from a distance, Vincent could smell something... off with the dead creature. Perhaps nothing to be worried about, but it was enough to turn his nose up in distaste. He shifted uneasily, pausing for a moment before continuing, pushing his way through the wolves towards where the elk had fallen into the river. Vince muttered an 'excuse me' or similar when necessary before he came to the front. He catches the words of the white brute and snorts in amusement, his ears giving a small flick.
"I can help ya move it." he said, glancing at the other male before looking back down at the dead elk. It was huge, and aside from the fact it was dead, it didn't look injured. Vincent wondered what would cause such a majestic creature to simply collapse.
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NINE - ASTERAIA - NO HEART - NO SOUL