Roll Away Your Stone

Ruthgar had seen very little of the back in the months since it had formed, Autumn seemed to arrive abruptly although the fading heat of a particularly warm Summer could hardly go unnoticed. For the mangled wolf reddening leaves only meant one thing, something he was slowly beginning to dread; He was getting older. He could already feel his fur whitening although admittedly that might have been stress. He had lost track of how long it had been since his mate left him but if he continued to live in solitude he would simply waste away with no one to carry on his memory. And so he made the long walk from the stony Maw to the Steppe searching for the rest of The Crew in the hopes that someone might stand him enough to carry on a conversation. He supposed he could find Abacus or whatever her name was, she seemed nice, or at least hadn’t mocked him…yet. Ruthgar seemed to live in various stages of not being mocked yet, but it was something he had grown accustomed to in the harsh land he had been born in.

He wandered aimlessly, waiting to be intercepted by another member of the pack wondering just what he could talk about. He supposed there was the Coup he had attempted to collect although it had hardly gone per his plan and was, what he considered, unremarkable. He wondered if Chaos would feel the same way or would be delighted by his attempt simply because the pack he had turned his half-blind sights on had been the largest in the East. He couldn’t say really if anyone would give a damn or if he had in fact, attempted to collect a Coup from a pack that was already their ally and had simply wasted his time.


This is him talking