The young wolf found himself wandering away from Lirim for a while. He was hoping the walk would clear his head, but lately it seemed like nothing would do that. He'd come away from his very first fight unscathed physically, but his mind had taken on some mental scarring that he couldn't quite shake. The things that had been done to Jewell weren't things he could fix and he was just as upset about it as he would have been if it'd been Kairi or Jaidah in Jewell's position. How was he supposed to rectify that situation? The thought to call another pack meeting and hold a trial to see what the male's punishment should be had crossed his mind. After all, the male was now in Lirim's borders under guard and he figured a vote to see his fate would be in order. Of course letting him go still wasn't an option, so really, what could he do with him? So far not much came to mind, but maybe some of his pack mates would be more successful in finding something. He found himself nearing the lake near his uncle's pack. As soon as he realized how close he was the thought crossed his mind to talk to Regulus. It wasn't like his mom was around to talk to ... but he didn't know the male well enough to ask his opinion, even if he was an experienced alpha. In the end Rory decided against it and instead came to stand in front of the lake and he let his front paws dip into the water. It was refreshing, especially in the desert, and he closed his eyes to silence the worries in his mind as he tried to enjoy the relaxation time. Walk, "Talk" Think

ooc. Gabe is here to help <3 Back to the west he went, for no reason in particular. The lake where he had originally pondered setting up camp with his siblings pulled him back. It was serene and peaceful. A low hum of contentment escaped him, eyelids sliding closed. It didn't change much for him, but it felt right. Alabaster paws slipped through the plush grasses towards the gentle lapping of the shore. There was someone else here. Pupilless eyes would open again, sightless gaze finding itself fixated in the general direction of the scent. It was wafting from the lake itself. Was someone taking a dip? "Hello there," Low vocals would rumble. Hopefully he didn't startle whoever it was. The scent was that of a male, a young one. The musk of sexual maturity had yet to claim him. "am I interrupting something?" It was not in his interest to disturb anyone. If they needed him to leave, he would do so. There was a tension in the air, palpable to his senses only in the vaguest of ways. Was something amiss? "Gabriel" Thoughts "Others" IF YOU HAVE NIGHTMARES WE'LL DANCE ON THE BED

He wasn't very far off from Gabe anymore. In fact many a night he found himself slipping into Gabe's bedside. He was always gone by the time Gabe woke though and usually had washed his scent off Gabe. He could understand why Gabe hated him but yet he also couldn't. He didn't see what he saw in Abba that he didn't see in him. What did Abba do that was so great? He was deep in thought as he followed Gabe's trail. It took him a moment to realize that Gabe had stopped though by then he was already chest and chin down on the ground. His legs had worked hard to keep him from tripping over the guardian and ensure he didn't once touch him. His mouth had released the girliest of yelps at his suprise too. He sat the for a moment before rolling onto his side and aiming a rough paw pad at Gabe's hip, a gentle prod. Communication was becoming much like this for him as he settled into a faithful routine every day. He rolled his body to lay then and tucked his paw under his chest and stretched the reat out. He was deciding on what stopped Gabe. His eyes settled on a young man and he eyed him with much boredom and even perhaps the beginnings of depression. Gabe would never be his he knew. Michael wouldn't stand for it. In fact he'd kill them for even thinking it. If he didn't just kill Sam in general. Walk, "Gabriel speaks", "Samael speaks", Think

Rory didn't have to sit for too long before his thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of someone approaching. It was really just the swishing of paws through the lush grasses by the lake, but it was enough. He'd gotten pretty good at being able to tell what animal was what just by the way they walked. It was one of the things his mother had taught him before she'd left on her journey. After all he had to be able to hear a wolf approaching when he was patrolling. His head swung to gaze at the stranger and bi-colored gaze took in every detail of his current company. It was the other male's eyes that fully caught his attention. He'd never seen a blind wolf before, but it was obviously that he was judging by his pupils. Rory couldn't help but feel pity for the male - what was it like to live life without sight? His thoughts were once more distracted as the other man spoke. He was kind of surprised by how polite the other wolf was, but he overcame it quickly. "No, not at all." He smiled absentmindedly without really remembering the wolf wouldn't see it. "You're free to join me, I was just enjoying the lake." Well, sort of enjoying it considering he'd only dipped his front paws in. Once more his attention was diverted as another wolf came stumbling in. For a moment she thought this one was blind too considering he nearly tripped over the brown one, but upon closer inspection he found this one's eyes to appear normal. Maybe he was just clumsy? This one didn't speak though and instead seemed to be rather interested in the first wolf. He watched the pair for a moment before figuring he might as well introduce himself. "My name's Rory. It's nice to meet you, both of you." He spoke before quickly correcting himself, despite the fact that the other wolf hadn't spoken to him yet. Walk, "Talk" Think