He lazed atop one of the sparse rocks that dotted the sandy landscape, his form splayed haphazardly across its rough surface. He excelled at being lazy in the recent months since his return to Moladion. His intent had been to find a teacher in the medicinal arts, his quiet disposition always seemingly suited for that as even his brother had claimed; and yet the sun and sand had calmed him so he had simply relaxed the entire time with little drive to do differently. Then Glorall’s borders had shaken with the fight which, if he understood the howls right, had resulted in Tessaracts dethronement and the rise of a new leader. The cream boy had spotted the new alpha from afar during his wanderings but he had no inclination to go make a firsthand impression at the moment. Rather he hoped to speak to his brother on the matter, Sin always managed to get a better read on others than he did anyway.
No he would do just fine here atop his little rock with the sea breeze tussling his already disheveled coat, the only throne he cared for. The rise and fall of leaders was standard, expected almost throughout the years of wolves. So this wolf had dethroned the alpha, no doubt sooner or later some usurper would come along and repay him in kind. It was the circle of the pack life and it concerned him little as long as this new leader did not impose on his own aspirations, even if presently they were few and far between.
Sleepily his azure eyes blinked against the noon day sun, doing its best to warm him as winter encroached upon the land. He shuddered just thinking about it, the cold months were not his favorite and he would greatly miss the warmth in the coming times. It didn’t help that his chaotic coat did little to shelter him against the cold and it thickened only a little, he would need to line his den with pelts before long to keep him warm and that meant more work. He rolled his eyes before letting his lids shut again, letting out a throaty groan as he flipped to his back.