Battle-worn frame paced towards the western regions of Alacritis, where the pack he had heard rumors of resided. Valhalla, a pack rumored to be large but noble, and perhaps the first pack that had attracted his attention as a potential home in the land. His life had already been marred by war, and scars laced his body as proof of it. Peace was what he sought, though he would not hesitate to defend his home. The large wolf?s mixed colored coat had thickened to support the winter weather, and stood out against the occasional snow patches that graced the land.
Adonis was not known for being the chattiest wolf, or being overly friendly. Always polite, and respectable, the wolf tended to veer away from pack politics, preferring to do whatever job he was assigned. With the females, flirted though none held his heart even though a few had caught his interest. He lacked these ties, and perhaps that was one of the more prudent things that he missed in life. He missed the companionship, the friendship, and the comrades while at war. He missed having a home, having lost it all to the bloodshed of war.
He drew to the edge of the border, and rested back on his haunches, gazing around. Tan muzzle tilted back, and a long call drew from his vocals, summoning an alpha or another wolf of rank to accept him. His years at war, and dealing with politics as a right hand warrior, had him preferring to meet with the alpha directly, though he knew he was in no placement to be picky. Tail curled along his frame, a sigh escaped him, as he settled and waited.