Slowly the world had gone silent, once more. Everything became blanketed into a gentle sheet of white, fluffy snow. The sounds of the forest became muffled, and even the prairie went silent. The falls froze over and the lakes solidified through and through. It was winter time. A time a silent beauty, glistening and cold beauty. A harsh beauty, because for all its magnificence winter was the hardest season of the year. Prey became scarce, as did most other supplies like herbs and various berries that a wolf could feast on most other times of the year. For loners this meant that time spent wandering around became foraging time. Scavenging time for anything and everything that managed to survive the winter like them. For pack wolves, it might not be as hard. They had camaraderie of fellow wolves, along with those who were trained and skilled in the ways of life – the seasoned veterans per say. They helped source out food or find healing herbs, and if all else failed it was likely that there was an allied pack that would help. Though for the tall stilted kalak this was not all necessarily true.

Munashii Gekko was home. A place to come back to at night that was safe and had steadily remained under the same leadership, unlike some packs. And the Alphas, Blood Titan and Ameira, were ever so kind to the wolves that called their pack home. Horizon was in a first rate position to know this feeling. Ameira was a long time friend of his, even before she had taken over Munashii Gekko. He had been the only ranked wolf under her reign before she became a co-alpha to the challenger known as Blood Titan. Though his entry was entirely unexpected, the Alpha male had thus far proved to be nothing but supportive and it was as if nothing had truly changed. Save the fact that ranks were now to be achieved via various activities and for Horizon that was to bring in a new wolf. This would hopefully gain him the title of Gamma, this would be only the second rank the kalak had ever held in his life.

Unless one counted being a servant slave a title.

The depth of pain and mystery that shrouded Horizon’s past was something that he preferred to keep that way, but the Lady Ameira knew a fair share of it, and it had recently come back to haunt him. Everything about that day had started off fine and dandy, though admittedly something had felt off. Horizon had ignored the deep pitted feeling and opted to go out and find Shasta. The lady that had ensnared his every waking thought, sleeping dream, and enveloped his mind in general. So he had set off in the early hours of the morning to travel over to Cold Summers, her home pack and where he assumed she would be found. And not long into the afternoon he had found himself at the scene of Cold Summers. Only there was a battle raging upon the border and amongst the teeth, claws and fur was Shasta. Battling against a massive kalak brute and a blood stilted wolf was helping her to fight him off. Horizon without a second thought had leapt into the battle, knowing only that he wanted to save Shasta. She could not be hurt. Not under his watch. So he fought to protect her though the thought and memory of battle was blurred and foggy now. His mind already processing it and pushing it away. Never to be seen again.
Somehow, in the graces of Tor, Horizon had made it out alive. His body was battered, beaten, and bruised. And there places where flesh was flayed to reveal muscle and sinew but he did not care about that. He only cared to know that Shasta had been protected to the fullest extent. He knew he would be making a round to check up on her, though he had half the mind to bring her to Munashii with him so he could keep an eye on her. Only they did not have a healer and his skills were minimalistic at best. So he had left her in the care of the wolves of Cold Summers and he had returned home, though he peace did not last long. For as he crossed the border back a howl rang clear through the trees, actually it was two, but the bastard was not paying much mind at this point. He merely treaded onward to the source, the pack meeting area. He knew that the sight of himself was horrendous and inexplicable at the moment, but there were no rivers to rinse away the dried and cracked blood. He was still reduced to merely cleaning the wounds himself and packing with snow to num the pain.

Horizon limped painfully to the clearing and it took him longer than usual to respond to his Alphas, but he shouldered through the undergrowth into the clearing eventually. His gangly stilted figure walked with a slack-jaw pace and his shoulders slumped from exhaustion and his crown hung low with little energy. The kalak attempted to pick himself up just a little bit as he approached his Alphas, a weary and worn smile pulled taught at his lips though no teeth showed. They were still covered in the blood of another wolf, just as his body was. Though there was still his own blood mixing in and trickling ever so slightly down his body in various spots. Horizon shakily lowered himself into a bow and rose up even more unsteadily.

Please excuse my delayed response. I was returning from a trip to Cold Summers to check on a dear friend of mine.

Horizon said no more or less than that before he quietly turned away to take a seat elsewhere. Should either of them ask of his appearance he would answer, but the bastard had literally just fought with his past and was not of the mind to speak unless spoken to. And once he gained silence he would begin to clean away the debris and muck that littered his coat before getting to the wounds that needed to be cleaned.