Days Gone By

Observing the buffalo certainly led to nostalgia. Days of doing that as a pup in Imperium, oblivious to what the future entailed. Ah, well - that was done and over with. And as often as he might wish for the older days to return, for a pack like Imperium to return, he highly doubted it would ever happen. Occasionally, the thought crossed his mind - what if he were to start a pack like that? Bring Imperium back? But then again, were there any wolves left in this land that could even withstand a pack like that? Ha, probably not.

His amused thoughts would definitely have remained, had it not been for a sharp canine nose. Almost on impulse, his nose wrinkled with disgust as he turned his head to look at the source as he soothed the look on his face into one of stoniness. Oh. A female in heat. She was already watching him, it seemed, and the blank look on his face gave no inclination of his thoughts - which, truthfully, was that he didn't care. Did his body react to the heat? Yes. Did he care? Not... really. Would he probably explore such things if the female put herself out there? Eh, probably. But was he going to seek it? No. And he wasn't too interested in seeking company, either.

He looked away again, instead looking back down at the buffalo. If she went away, so be it. If she approached, great.


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