[ male ] [ seven ] [ mateless ] [ imprintless ] [ covet x malina ]

Riot does not give much thought on the idea of intimate companionship, because it would not help him along his way, and therefore it was only a distraction to be avoided. It wasn't a big deal to him in the Winter and it certainly wasn't to him now. In fact, until he was where he needed to be, then it was merely a weakness not to fall into. Riot had been self sufficient for a long time, and he was sure he would continue to be as time wore on. He simply had more goals now, more of a drive to get to where he wanted to go. Yet it was that where which plagued him, because he still had not come to the right choice on a pack to inhabit. His own self punishment for not getting all the required information last time led only to staying away from any packs for the time being.

But he had decided on something during this time; he had figured that if the young heirs of a pack might not be helpful, then he would look to a place where they were not lingering, or they were already grown. That sounded like the best plan at this time, because if he was already a part of a pack when the heirs were born, then he would probably be accepted better that way. Either way, he supposed that this gave him a few options to check out, and one was at the forefront of his mind. Eventually. The less complications he had to deal with, the better. And he already did feel something for one of the packs he had in mind as to looking into. That was something to think about while he waited and contemplated all things over about.

The morning's ablution and swim was only seen as a slight dampening on his furs now, but he felt much better for it. Riot had enough time on his paws to take to careful and good grooming, and so he did just that. The beaver's remains were out of sight, and the blood had been licked clean from his maw. The basking in the warmth would dry what was still damp of his fur, and he could put it all back in place once that was done. These thoughts were distracted by the sound of someone approaching, and Riot watched as the female came closer. He was alert, and perhaps a little wary in the way she moved, but he wasn't unfriendly about it, just cautious. Sometimes one could just tell the sort they were dealing with by the way they moved.

And that kind of movement was not unknown to him, he had simply mastered the way of toning it down for himself. Just like he controlled the craving within his gut when it raised it's ugly head. Still, he's collected as the female speaks, sits down. Her question gains a slow nod from Riot, as he knows full well what he smells of. Everywhere. "Making sure a pack is worthy is quite the process." He replied evenly, a good natured expression on his face. "It may be a long time before one becomes so, or I might find one has stepped up in the weeks I have become more a recluse to think." He adds, having already decided to visit at least one again soon to see about how it progressed in his absence from going from pack to pack.