Walk | Talk | Think
The west did not feel like home yet, but that was to be expected. It always seemed to take forever for Miksa to feel at home somewhere, until he finally felt he belonged, and not enough time had passed yet since he had agreed to join Miss Surreal and her family while they worked toward establishing a pack. He tried to keep up appearances - showing himself even if he was not altogether sure what services he could provide to help out their group - but still managed to remain apart from them. Not because he wished to separate himself from them, but mostly because of his own timidity. He should have grown out of it by now, should have been bold enough to face new wolves without worrying what they would think of him, but old habits were hard to break.
It possibly made him lonelier though. The wolves who would eventually form Surreal's pack were related somehow, much the same way that Threar had been predominantly inhabited by the Destruction line. He felt apart from these wolves the same way he had that family, but it was a familiar feeling at least, one he knew would diminish with time. He just needed to wait it out, and in the meantime try not to think too much about it.
Which meant keeping busy. Having lived in the east, north, and south, the lands Miksa now found himself in were new to him, and it was important to him that he begin to understand them better. He had plans to ask Surreal - or maybe even one of her family members if he ever became bold enough - for a tour, or just some helpful insight into the territories they inhabited, but for the time being he wandered, more or less aimlessly, trying to get a feel for the place. His breath fogged in the cold air, and his snowy white coat blended in rather well with the fluffy layer of snow that coated the region. Cold, though not quite as cold as he knew winter could get in the northern territories.
His bright, yellow eyes skimmed the scenery, making a list of mental notes, and did a double take when he spotted a dark shape seated amid the snow. Stopping, he gazed for a moment at the individual, recognizing the form of another wolf and immediately scenting at the air. Was this part of Surreal's bunch, or..? Unsure whether the wolf was a potential packmate or just a resting wanderer, Miksa began to creep closer, attempting to do so quietly. As he drew nearer, the scent of the stranger finally reached him, and he paused with a start. The scent was familiar, not consistent like the wolves that would make up his future pack, but recognizable nonetheless. Is it really..?
"Esarosa?" the white wolf called out, nervous now that he had spoken that he had gotten her name wrong or had misidentified whoever the wolf was.
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