Winter was the most horrid of seasons. Every he knew he looked his worst, but he did his best with what he had. Hunting was never truly something he was never the best at, but sometimes he got lucky and dug up a hare or found a carcass. He wasn’t beyond eating scraps that other pack members left behind if it meant he was fed for the season. He could hear voles but with his size that was hardly a snack for him if he grabbed one from beneath the snow. The word was out that two of the members have died recently, they were older and that was the way life worked. Perhaps he was a bit of a darker set of mind, but that was indeed life, painful as it was. It was a warning bell perhaps that he should go see his parents, it had been a few years since he last stepped foot on Diveen soil, but the black and red wolf wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back.

Things had changed there since the wolf Covet tossed his father from his throne, his older brother had it but now the scent and howls of probably a just as bad sibling was on the throne. He hadn’t seen Solara since she had bad mouthed he and his sister for being defective, weak, she was no better than Heyel in his eyes. He didn’t think she would have likely changed, not many of his family did or had… If they did it would be only because of what he had accomplished on his own. He was a Beta of Glorall, a healer, and capable of more than anyone would ever believe him of being. Granted it seemed his sister had reached her long life dream of besting Achilles, Haziel wasn’t happy for her.

He tried to let the thoughts pass as he moved through the lands. Wondering where Alcmene had gone in the recent weeks. It had been a while since he had been around her, but by link alone he knew she was doing fine. He wouldn’t bother her unless she desired for the time being and despite knowing she was a great hunter he could never bring himself to ask her bring him fresh kills. On that thought he knew it was time for him to figure out what this crow was cawing about. Generally it meant a free meal left abandoned, something for him to pick up and take from his own den, but his nose and ears long since could tell that whatever he was approaching was still alive and well. Strange that instead this crow circled whatever it was like a kill. He didn’t know what solace he could bring to whoever it was he approached, but he felt he must try for the sake of the pack.

His black banner flicked out behind him, eyes blankly looking forward as he heard the breaths of the small wolfess, a child by the sound and scent of it. A child left behind by Natu and Fenrir. Scent enough could tell him that as he paused behind her. He could tell she was not hurt, but his head tilted back looking up at the sky and listening to the bird circle before speaking.

”You have been sitting here for some time. Do you wish to speak about what it is that bothers you?” For surely if the crow thought she was dead or dying it was because she had been still for far too long. His large black form settled into a sit his head tilting down once more to face her though his eyes were still blank and he didn’t know, or care if they were set upon her frame or elsewhere over her. That was just part of his life and he was getting so old enough to not ever care anymore.