If Rain Is What You Want

The brute had become rather tired of the darn blindness that surrounded his eyes. Though he could see color out of his right eye, it was a complete bother that the color he had seen was only blurry and hard to make out what animal, or plant that he was looking at. It had troubled him nonetheless that he had been more careful when confronting the brute that had taken his family away from him. However, the rain that began to plummet down onto the ground and onto his coat, made the brute smile slightly in happiness. He enjoyed the rain, and he remembered playing with his son's in the rain many times over since the place they once lived had rained continuously. He sniffed the ground, happening to come across what appeared to be a little cavern. The sound of rushing water egged him onward, and perhaps he could even find some minnows or other fish that he could gobble up.

He walked forward, smelling the scent of the water, and what seemed to be moss, but Roviathin was not really sure on the matter as he gave a small sigh and lied down on the shore. His scars were bothering him, still burning and itching, and it had been over a month since the incident had occurred. But, however, he would smell the scent of what seemed to be another wolf, a female nonetheless since he could smell the scent of her heat cycle. He was not one to rape a female or hurt her when it could be avoided. Especially with his loss of vision that was the last thing he wanted was to fight.

He could hear the sounds of the water and someone moving around, probably the female wolf that he had noticed the scent of only a little bit ago. He would stay calm and kept lying down on the shore, not wishing to interrupt her until she had come over to talk to him if she wanted to. If not, he understand on the matter and looked into the water, sniffing around and hoping to maybe catch a scent of a fish or two in some way.