He sees her coming at a run as plain as day. He remains sitting, watching as she slows as she takes notice in his russet and black form waiting for her to return. Magnus doesn’t do anything out of the ordinary, since his break down with Fjall, his blackout he guessed, he hadn’t recalled doing anything else out of place. Everything had been normal since that day minus the wretched feeling that took up his entire being. He didn’t think Viora had ever imprinted, he wasn’t sure if she understood what he had gone through completely, but it didn’t matter if she did, she still had did what she could to help him with it and left him alone to cope. His white flecked tail flicked slightly wondering what she had accomplished.

She was moving towards him with a purpose, probably since he was there but again it did not bother him. She’s dead, she confirmed. She didn’t seem terribly disappointed, but revenge had been snatched from Viora’s jaws, revenge that Magnus felt she needed. Shame that it seemed it had been stolen by her by time, or sickness, whatever the case it was very annoying to him. He didn’t care if he played a role but she was deprived of something she wanted for years. It was unfair almost to see it taken away… but he knew that a lot of unfair shit happened to everyone…

”That is displeasing.” He said with a small growl, but it was done. Magnus snorted then stood up ready to get moving whenever she was. Really whatever the case she was dead… not like he or anyone else could bring her back just so Viora could get her revenge. Though he did wonder what she would do now though. What could they do? He guessed she would find something else from that Alpha, and as always he would do what he could to help her out with whatever task was handed to her. What he didn’t know was that she already had been given something to do, something to occupy her time. There was something he wanted to say, but it felt like it was almost out of the blue given his nature of sorts. He blamed his mother for that one. Not wanting to say something, not wanting to put his emotions out there. If you could call what he had emotions of sorts. Thankfully though Viora seemed to take his mind away from it for the moment.

”Will do, Vi.” Then the new information came up. He stares at her, the marks from where he blacked out were visible but only because he had done it for him. He felt… guilty though he didn’t remember what had happened. He knew he freaked out on the new alpha and her, but that was it. He regretted if anything else he hurt her in the process but without her he wouldn’t have snapped out of it. She had to look into those new killings? Well that was distraction enough. He thought he heard something about how two members of the pack were dead. ”Where was the body found?” He said probably more nonchalantly than most wolves would. Magnus knew she would be just fine, she fended for herself, that was what drew him to her in the first place, what made him want to stick with her. Didn’t stop him from wanting to help and make sure she didn’t die in the process.
He didn’t know really what was making him think this more now. Maybe the death of Fjallraven. He never really liked her though, certainly not enough to make him want to confess anything to her, but he was pretty sure she died thinking he hated her. Which… wasn’t true. He certainly did at first, but she tried at least. Perhaps he didn’t want the same thing happening with her. Months musing over Fjall’s death and that was really all he got out of it. Oh and Imprinting sucked. Guess there was more than one lesson in it all.