Disaster has struck!
A new wolf had come in and taken over Iromar. Where was his nephew to defend his throne? Loki waited and waited but Blackthorne never showed. The female started calling herself the Monarch of Iromar but Loki slunk into the shadows. He didn't know if he wanted to stay or not. Did he really have a reason to call Iromar home to start with? He wasn't sure of anything anymore. He'd come here with purpose and then slowly but surely, it had slipped right through his paws. He had found a half brother, then a cousin, then a nephew. Now he couldn't find any of them. Had they disappeared into the woodwork? Maybe he shouldn't worry about them. Attachments led to emotions, something he still wasn't good at. He needed someone to study. Perhaps he should get to work on that.
He headed further into the free lands. He'd been hanging out on the outskirts for far too long. He needed to embrace his title as a loner once more until something better came along. He eyed the caves as he wandered past them, wondering what lie inside but knowing just as much danger could come to him if he were to explore. He found himself following a small stream and when he heard the rushing water up ahead, he trotted forward, careful of his footing on the rocks. He looked down over a waterfall soon enough, curiously studying the rocks and the rush of the water. He could see the pond below but how to get down there?
male.8 years old.30' 145#.born to Eris x Enderly.brother to Silas.bound to none.mated to none.father to none.Iromar