The male relaxed himself near the edges of the waters. They felt nice lapping up over his fur into the morning air. He wasn't very social right no, but it was his way of trying to get himself settled. Decim had a smile curled on the edge of his lips like he usually did, trying to decide what the best next action would be. Bass had said his father did not reside in Abaven - but things always changed. Hearing that this was his home, maybe one day he'd be able to meet the old man. He didn't expect a big reunion anyway - Allen didn't know he existed. Walkers were prominent for being busy in their lives. It was not their fault, Decim knew of bad luck and he knew to try and keep it away from himself. Which was why he faced life with a smile - and emotions always on hyper drive the extroverted wolf had his way in life. Many hated him, many loved him. He certainly hoped that his loyalty to Abaven could be of some use. His paws were planted firmly wherever he may be needed. "Talk"

The man knew that the Rapids were swollen, dangerously so, yet he could not resist the temptation to go investigate them and see for himself. Nona and Alna had once more fallen ill, and Allen was terrified of losing them. They were confined to the den and he kept an eye on both. He and Noen both took turns to do this task, and both were equally worried. Nona was in the worst state of the two, and Allen hoped, he prayed with all of his heart that she would make it through this illness. The thought of living life without her seemed near impossible. Allen was surprised to find a male at the water’s edge already. A youth, coated in rich chocolate and marked with ebony and ivory. The man couldn’t help but feel drawn to the younger one slightly. Perhaps his looks just seemed too familiar... Heh, maybe he was growing to be senile. He would approach the youth all the same, speaking in a calm tone. “The rapids are beautiful, aren’t they? Dangerous as they are, they still hold a form of elegance.” Though mud was not elegant. Mud sucked... And with the swollen rapids and snow melt they were having a ton of the latter. "Hear Me Talk," 'Read My Thoughts.'

Table by:: Tealah

Suspicious of mostly everyone, Decim would turn his head but keep his smile strong. It was one of the odd things about the male. He was always curious about others but until proven otherwise he assumed wolves to be of bad nature. Of course he never voiced this out loud. His paws felt into the soft mud as he chuckled a bit. Elegance was one word for it, but Decim was certain pups could be swept away and killed if they were not careful here. "Deathly beautiful, that is true." he commented. This wolf was much older then he was that much he could tell. "My name is Decim Walker, I'm new to Abaven." Decim introduced himself with a dip of his head. As long as he was here though, he had to make friends with everyone. He planned on staying for the rest of his life so there was just that. His tail flicked behind him curiously. What did this old man have to offer him? "Talk"