Is It Time Yet?
09-05-2015, 05:10 PM
It was perhaps time for his aimless wanderings to come to an end, temporarily, however. The male wasn't gaining anything by being on his own, and he needed to get back to training. What better way to do it then in a pack? He could distract himself if he were in a pack, and that was what the man sought to do. He lumbered toward the nearest territory, who or what they were about he didn't quite care right now. The masked male would saunter towards the border, the evening sky lighting up with the dull fires of the stars as the sun began to sink. His expression showed he might be bored, uncaring even. But it was who he was. He had learned to hide himself away, to mask his thoughts and emotions and his actions. He wasn't all that complicated, just hard to break.
Night would soon be upon him, and at last he'd find the edge of the territory, though it struck him as odd...it seemed the pack here had just come to these lands. New perhaps? He would find out soon. Sticking to the shadows, he wouldn't call nor present himself. He would wait to see if a patrol came by, red eyes glowing through the darkness as his pelt blended with the shadows. He remained half hidden within the clutches of shrubbery, now to be patient and see just what kind of wolves lived here...if they ever showed. |
