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Summer was back in the forest, and it was not suiting the brute very well. The artic titan was not used to the warmth, it was not this warm where he had grown up. Even though the weather had warmed up his pelt was still thick and heavy, his entirely white coat keeping his bodice warm from what normally was cold temperatures. He grew up in the ice and snow, in lands where it was eternally winter and snow was always on the ground. His paws trod through the trees, leaves and soft grass under his pads instead of cold ice and snow. It was something he was still trying to get used to. Ghost had not been in Blossom long, and it still felt like a foreign place to him. Like it wasn’t his home.
And really in a way he supposed it wasn’t. The brute wandered into the first pack that he wandered across, not paying much attention to what type of pack it was. Now he knew it was the type that stayed to itself, that did not often meet for pack meetings and do pack bonding…stuff…like he saw in his old pack. In a way it was better for him though. Ghost was more of a solitary and quiet brute, not talking much to anyone and often not enjoying his interactions with others. He was the brooding type that was usually more annoyed by interactions with others than enjoying them. But sometimes he grew lonely. There was a select group of lupines he enjoyed being around, his family, and he had not seen them in a long time. He knew that he would never see them again.
An annoyed growl escaped his throat at the negative thoughts that were now swirling through his head. Ghost knew that he should be happy to just be alive and thankful that he had escaped from the war with his life and body intact. He should be happy that he had found another pack, even though he was still unsure if he was fully accepted and he was only assuming as much at this point. He figured he must be accepted if he had not been kicked out at this point and he had made a den and was living and hunting within the borders for as long as he had been. But he had never met the alpha and had never been told he was welcome to stay. It was a weird feeling living somewhere that he had not been confirmed to be welcome at.
And to make matters more awkward, the brute knew almost no one in the pack. Ghost had accidentally stumbled into a family meeting to some of the royal wolves that were related to the alpha, but they had dispersed and gone about their ways quickly. That was the only interaction he had had with any of the lupines in the pack, and it was a pretty pathetic one to say the least. Another annoyed grumble came from his maw, wondering what was so unlikeable about him that no one ever wanted to hold a conversation with him, nevermind get to know him and become friends. As cynical as he could be the brute wanted a friend, someone to talk to every once in a while when he grew lonely and wanted the company of others. Even though those moments were often rare.
The white colored brute was thinking about his pathetic life, being his usually brooding self, as he patrolled the borders. The borders that he was not even confirmed he belonged to and should be patrolling. Really what was the point? There was no one here that gave him reason to stay, and he had not met any alpha or leader that he had pledged loyalty to for him to stay for. So why was he still here?
Ghost was not paying attention to his surroundings and as he walked through the trees he accidentally walked into another varg. He stumbled back, an apology on his lips for his stupidity as his crimson orbs took in the form of a female. She was somewhat familiar to him, but he did not remember why right away. ”I’m terribly sorry, I was not looking where I was going.” As he studied the lightly colored femme he remembered where he saw her. When Ghost first came to the pack there was a pack meeting going on, and the female was one of the few other lupines that had gathered there. The brute had not introduced himself to her, or anyone else but the alpha, at the time, which he supposed was rude but he wasn’t very troubled by it. He was not raised to be rude, but it was hard for him to be polite to others when the world was always so unkind to him. Though he supposed being born into the world as a bastard was known to be bad for reasons. He mumbled his next words, forcing himself to be polite to the female in front of him, and apparently one of his packmates. ”Names Ghost by the way.” The brute took another step back, crimson orbs lowering to the ground in awkwardness, not often unsure of how to interact with others since it happened to rarely for him.
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**Ghost**Brute**Loveless**Fatherless**Andere Seite **Adult**Bastard Brother to Summer, Grey Wind, Lady, Nymeria, Rickon**Violet
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