✮Kogto

five years | loner

Kogto had found his composure in Spirane for a little while. He wasn't starving any longer, having gained some pounds he desperately needed. He wasn't at his prime yet, but he was getting there! There was someone to give a proper thanks to, and to be honest, he thanks her everyday. Forever locked in his soul, he knows he will pay the debt he owes her. Without Kenya, he doubted he could have made it to Spirane in enough days before the festival. Which was finally here! It may have not felt so long for everyone else, but to him, he'd been secretly impatient about getting healthy and attending the festival for what seemed like a whole season. He never complained about it though, in fact he had yet to complain about anything. He was a gentleman with plenty of thank yous and good days.

There it was, the festival. He had never been to one before, but it was already giving a positive impression. Kogto would slip his way and find his distance as respectfully as possible. Eyes were out for the two wolves he knows the most, blinking subtly with anxiety. Roman had mentioned those from other packs would come, which meant more possibilities for a pack to his liking. After having learned about Spirane's conditions, he wasn't sure what to think. On one paw, most of the ranks were cleared therefore he had a lot of potential, on the other paw, he wasn't confident that this was the right pack for him. Maybe the festival would convince him.

He loved to watch the gypsies. Their playfulness sent him admiration, wishing he were that close to someone. He hoped for that day to come, because as much of an introvert was he, Kogto needed interaction in his life. The wolf can deny it all he wants. He needs friends. For the most part, he will probably remain as quiet as possible the whole festival.

john constantine©