Kajika moved in relative silence through the plains. There was plenty of food and the weather was being kind. Lately, the brindled wolf tended to keep to himself. His thoughts were meandering a great deal more than usual. He was a hunter. No more, no less. But why? That was what he had in his mind to do, to be. But what next, what besides that? Kajika actively avoided any large gatherings of wolves. The risk of crossing that one wolf that would bind his soul was the only thing he truly feared in life. He had seen what it did to his father when his mother died. He refused to be that wolf with all his might. The best way to do that, in his opinion, was to just not run the risk.
It was an odd thought too. He calculated odds when it came to what he hunted. The likelihood he could take the prey on his own, how many might be needed. Sometimes, Kajika even went down to the number that something would feed. Those odds he enjoyed, but the utter uncertainty of who could or couldn't be his imprint? He refused to make that gamble. His cerulean gaze drifted about the pack lands proper. It was easy to lose him among the tall grasses if he took the time to do so. Even then, his movement with the breeze left him concealed to those who weren't looking.
Kajika found himself with a small smile. Small as he was, the mouse was quite capable. He wondered about the name the Pharaoh had given him. At the same time, it was quite fitting. Yet he knew so little of her. Sure, he had picked up a few tricks here and there, but what the male actually knew about his Alpha truly, was rather minute. Kajika was only a little bothered by this, yet it was her way, so he never bothered. He simply mulled with his thoughts as he moved through the grass. Silent as a mouse, he passed without a sound.