kiss from a rose

light rain was falling, more of a mist than anything, the soft drops lining the thick fur of a wolf and glistening like tiny crystals. the rain was warm in comparison to the cool atmosphere, as was the breath of the relatively compact figure whom was wading through the steadily thinning snow. thick fur defended the male from the generally harsh environment, the fluffy mix of warm browns and cold monotones common to his bloodline. black claws were largely hidden beneath the moist mix of rain and snow, dark toes just visible through the white, melting snow. disgruntled by the overall wetness of the area, lip curling to reveal pale teeth, ansgar falk would trudge onward dutifully. as heir of the falk family, it was his job in life to find a mate and keep the family going... but the falks had been solely german for so long, ansgar wondered idly what should occur if a mate was taken not of the norm. few german families remained after all. a loud exhale of breath, a heavy sigh and the dark man would raise his head against the drizzle and glance around wondering where in the hell he actually was; he'd certainly never been here before. had he entered a new territory without realising?; it would be troublesome if he had.
amber eyes would furrow in confusion upon seeing a very large mass extending before him, claws hooking slightly as he would grip the earth warily. the feature which appeared to stretch quite far seemed entirely unnatural to ansgar, who had never before had the pleasure of coming across anything man made despite his four years. the dark fur which laced his spine bristled mildly, even as he inched closer to meet the behemoth of a wall. it was, startling - feeling this small, the heir swiftly decided he did not like it one bit. with a growl and the murmurings of rough german, he would turn alongside the wall; it was still a source of some shelter, despite how foreign it seemed to be. it soon became apparent that the stiff male had no clue where he was going, was following no scent trail, nothing; ansgar had little reason for ambition at the moment, indeed he felt quite hollow for the moment. his father had sent him away, pressured him - 'you must have a mate, an heir of your own, in order to take my place,' he said - sometimes, the german wolf wondered whether it was even worth it, what good would it do for him to take over as head of the falk family? his cousins, ottmar and ulrich would quite happily take over he knew for certain; they had been denied the chance despite being older because he was of the main line.
he would swallow thickly, shake his pelt and return to his silent, solemn trudging. he missed his family yes, and hated his father for sending him away from dietlinde and ludwig especially. the precipitation was slowly getting heavier, leaving ansgar wondering if perhaps there were any caves in the area. brown and caramel ears were upright upon the loner's mottled skull - the male rarely appreciated being surprised, but was especially on edge in unknown territories.