He had tended to Halcyon to the best of his abilities, but the sickness that had befallen his brother was unlike anything he had ever seen before. The red-coated male had seemed to get better, and then worse once more, and it seemed that Visery's hope for a stable pack would not be championed by his family. It was not long after that, that Halcyon had taken his leave. With a heavy heart, he had watched his brother and his mate crest over the hill on their way out of Asteraia, the wind stirring his pale fur in the midst of winter. A call had rung out through the lands, signifying the new leader of his plains home-- a male by the name of Arturio. Unsure of how to feel, Viserys had simply retreated to his den, busying himself with preparations for spring.

Unlike others, his rank was of little concern to him. Regardless of whether or not Arturio found it fit to give him back the title, Viserys would continue to serve others in the only way he knew how. It was, if nothing else, a way to keep himself from growing lazy and complacent. His children had moved on, Xerxes remained in Asteraia but had found a den of his own. Ankh was the only one who remained steadfast by his side, but even she could not always keep him occupied. It was a position he had never thought he would find himself in. Boredom, restlessness. For once in his life, he longed to run. The male sighed, turning his face towards the sky, staring up at the clouds. A storm was brewing amongst them, and he could hear the distant rumble of thunder. It seemed that they, too, were tired of complacency. They, too, longed to run.

The voice that rang out from somewhere in the distance was unfamiliar, but not unfriendly. Viserys turned, a curious expression on his face. The male that marched towards him seemed to hold himself in a position of dominance, though of the good-natured sort. Ah, so this must be Arturio, their new king. He was not overly enthused to be meeting him at this present moment, though as the male drew closer he conjured a amiable smile to his face all the same. The male dipped his head before dropping to his haunches, letting his legs splay in a comfortable position. Winter had never been easy on his hindquarters.

"Good afternoon. You must be Arturio. My name is Viserys." He replied in a pleasant tone. Viserys wondered if the male had any idea as to his relation with Asteraia's former king. They had never been a family known for violence-- and now, it seemed, they would be a family known for nothing. A bitterness had festered within him, far from the carefree naivety of his youth. He still refused to kill another living thing, though perhaps now he found himself wondering if it was out of virtue or if he was simply used to being taken care of in that way. "Busy... I suppose you could say that." He said with a chuckle, unable to clear his mind of the whirling torrent of thoughts that battered him from every angle.

Today, though, was not the day to introduce himself as some brooding man all alone with plants and curios. "I must always be prepared, especially during the winter. Many of the herbs I use become incredibly difficult to find, or simply impossible." He glanced to the side, towards the wide-mouthed den that held his store of healing medicine. "I am sure you are keeping busy, as well." There was a slight twinkle in his teal eyes, one of curiosity. He had never been one to push and probe, but the male was full of questions.