The warm, spring sunlight illuminates him like a beacon amid the deep greenery of the trees. His path has taken him from the west and into Moladion where he now makes his way along the mountain side of the river. Dark brown eyes scout the area for any sign of life, be it a predator akin to himself or prey. He is not particularly seeking out the company of another by any means, only to avoid them if he happens to find someone. Draven is a relatively reclusive creature by nature; unwilling to divulge personal information or throw himself into another’s life without direct cause. Typically, he manages to keep to himself and survive as a vagrant among the lands. Only recently has he found this Moladion and taken up residence.

His childhood had been rather dull in comparison to others. Séverine and Valdis, his parents, were vagabonds along with all of their children. At least until, one by one, the pups matured and left to find their own way. Draven was one of the few who left early on as a two year old. There were better things out there than the monotonous life that he led with his family, he just had a gut feeling. Though, the hardships of the loner lifestyle were exactly that and when he reached his third year he was attacked by a young puma. The scuffle left him severely wounded, his right eye forever blinded and his face scarred over from the knife-like claws that the beast wielded. While this instance would have deterred most, it only gave him cause to pursue his journey further until he found this haven.

Or at least what appears to be a haven.

Elegantly long legs bring him to stop to drink from the slow-moving river. His eyes settle on the sparkling shallows as he dips down to lap from them, ever conscious of how close he is to the edge. It is not so much that he fears the shallows but there is still a faint voice that warns to be cautious. Tumbling pebbles cause his head to jerk up as he looks to the right with honey-tipped ears alert. It is another wolf, of which he would hope to ignore, but there is something off about her. The iron tinge to her scent betrays an injury that is unseen so far and suddenly there is concern bubbling within him. He is not a cold-hearted fellow, after all.

The water ebbs at his paws as he turns to approach the monochromatic female, her body now lying down before the water as if she had given up. His neck reaches out while he cautiously sniffs the air as he stops to the left of her. Yeah, that’s definitely blood. ”.. Are you alright?”, he gently questions her. He would help her if he needed to, but if she wanted to be alone then he would oblige.