Gold

Well, that was an interesting turn of events. But at least he was free. No matter what, he was free. No matter what, Gryphon would still be his brother. And he was free. It was relieving, it was... it gave hiim something else to look forward to. What, he didn't know. He didn't really know what to do with his life. He was three years old, and yet hadn't really done anything. Hadn't really met anyone. He still didn't want to spend time with a lot of wolves. It just... didn't interest him. And yet, at the same time, he wanted some interaction with others. It was weird. And yet, it was so ingrained in him to avoid others, to be alone.. maybe that was why?

He shrugged it off. It didn't matter - he was free. It still hurt. It still stung. Everything that happened that day stung, as much as it bothered Lykos to admit it. It was... almost a weakness, to have that breakdown of emotion. And yet, it did indeed make him feel something. Not as much as actually being free of the chains of his family, though.

Parts of him still wished it never happened. That Imperium never fell. That he trained, learned, interacted, and had his family - his true family, the one he chose - around him. He actually wanted that again, but wasn't quite certain on how to make it pass. Or... if he even wanted to try. Be done with packs for a while, though in a way he'd been done the past year.

He paused when a weird scent hit his nostrils. It was a scent... of a wolf, but also of something that was... sweet? It was so sweet it made him wrinkle his nose and pause. It was actually... fruit? His ears perked as he swung his head around, searching for the source. He'd not smelled something like that since he was a few months old, in Imperium. He wasn't interested in eating them or anything - why would one do that? - but he was interested to see the source. It was so hot and dry here, and he'd figure that any fruits would have gone bad already.

As he traced his nose to it - with the wolf's scent also getting steadily stronger - he encountered a... pup? He blinked at the image before him, with the small wolf munching away at the berries. It wasn't a pup, and yet it was the size of a pup. He'd never seen a wolf so small before; he was pretty sure he was that size at a few months old. Of course, he was larger than most other wolves. This one seemed... shorter than most others.

"Greetings," he rumbled after a couple of seconds of observing the situation. Eh, guy was short. It was weird. He was really tall. For some, that was weird. He'd roll with it; short wolves could be equally as useful.