Cradle To The Grave
11-25-2015, 11:03 PM
He'd decided to hole up in Mount Volkan for a while. Most remains of Tortuga were completely gone. He'd managed to find his old den he and his siblings were born in and clean it up a bit. All scents from his childhood were gone but it was okay for him. He'd managed to find an old bone with teeth marks in it that he and his siblings had once chewed on. Grimm wasn't an overly nostalgic wolf, but he wasn't a heartless creature either. While he cared very little for most things he could at least say he still pined for his family now again. Despite his indifference he didn't like being alone all the time. It was boring and no one could cause mischief like siblings. There were no tell-tale signs of his siblings though and he was unhappily alone. Not many were eye catching and more often than not he didn't come across too many strangers near the volcano. The hot springs nearby held promise of possible entertainment but it was inhabited by a pack which irritated him. He didn't care about it's members but he didn't want to tangle with an entire pack either. He missed soaking in the warm water but he wasn't an idiot. He'd just have to stick to the mountain instead and steer clear of whatever fleas had decided to claim the area. But he was soooooo bored. A growl erupted from him as he poked his head out of his den. Snow littered the ground but the day was exceptionally sunny at least. He didn't care if it was snowing or wonderful outside but at least if the weather was fair he'd have better chances of finding someone to toy with. So he left his den at a trot kicking snow up behind him as he went. He wasn't hungry so he didn't bother with hunting. Instead he went farther down the mountain towards the base. Perhaps he'd have better luck there. Walk, "Talk" Think |
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