My words are filling at the tub
So. Time had passed - and far as he was concerned he had dropped from wolves memories. Tired and hungry it had been too far within his own mind that he took a step back on his decisions. Broken hearts only spoke in so many few words, bodies and graves were all the living cared about it seemed. Liar's eyes didn't exactly show an easy emotion, the usually straight faced male had been thinking a majority of his time away. Only to come back with the realization the land had changed, his cousin lost among the dead. She was struck down by the leader who seemed foolish enough to believe he was the stronger of the few. In the short amount of time observing the blood tainted male, he wouldn't even keep him as a subordinate at best. Liar stopped among the border, his sad expression letting a sigh leave his lips. These wolves were far different from himself - and with that note Surreal and he not entirely had the best of relationships. However a man of his words as it was he wanted to see if she was doing okay. If her mate himself was doing well and her children on top of that. It was the voice of a broken man entirely, after hoping and praying that his family was still around. Only to find carcasses strewn out on the side of a river from a bear attack. If only..... if only he had been there to defend what was his. Those things so preciously important to him - and this land was filled with harsh fighters much like his father was. She seemed to be doing well considering the scent here was of her own pack. She had reached a prime goal in her life, and while he was unsure of what he was going to do. He wasn't sure if she'd ever even consider accepting him even if that was a possibility.
For now until he decided what his next decision would be, perhaps he was looking for the rare amount of nobility he had within his blood. If Arian deemed her worthy enough to be part of the family - maybe it was that he had reminded her of someone. He sincerely hoped that she was enjoying her time with the gods. He dipped his head - respect for the dead no matter their actions in life. Finally raising his voice he called for Surreal. |