He wasn't expecting company. In fact, he usually tried to avoid it for the most part. They didn't usually like Xerxes and he didn't go anywhere without his brother, or what was left of him. The rest had probably already been scattered around by vultures and other scavengers. He had saved the skull, though. That was the important part. He got to stare into Xerxes' eyes as they rotted and fell right out of the sockets. He didn't know what he would do with his life now. He used to have ambitions. He used to live in Asteraia, back before the new alpha took over, and he went between there and Diveen for training. But then Xerxes was murdered and life changed as he knew it. Now he was a loner who barely talked to other wolves, save his dead brother. He should have known his voice would pull others to him, but usually once they saw he was talking to a skull, they'd go the other way and he could say good riddance. The moment she stepped out and cleared her throat though, he knew that he wasn't getting off that easy this time. He winced at the strange voice, turning his gaze on the older female. Her eyes got his attention first. Two different colors...had he ever met a wolf with two different colored eyes before? He couldn't remember if he had. They mesmerized him for a moment and he stopped pacing, his ears flicking back and forth uncertainly. She seemed almost unreal with that stare. "Does she know things? Can she see inside your skull, too, brother?" His gaze swept toward the skull as he spoke. Her smile was off putting. He wasn't sure what to do with it. Most of the time, wolves looked concerned or just wanted to tease him like that female in the grotto who broke poor Xerxes' jaw. She asked if she could join him and he shrugged his shoulders noncommitedly. "Company? What good is company these days?" He tilted his head, watching her curiously. "All they do is lie and betray." Fenyang male.5 years old.28in, 89#.born to AnkhXViserys.brother to Xerxes&Tikal.bound to Warpaint.mated to none.father to none.loner 
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