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.
Today, though, was not the day to introduce himself as some brooding man all alone with plants and curios.