Bluster & Blunder; Autumn's Arrival

The ghost of a man swayed in time with the pitter patter of rain, pale silver eyes locked in a thousand yard stare. His mouth made his facial expression quite the enigma. Was it a smile? A snarl? Neither, in fact. If someone knew him quite well they may have discerned he was in fact quite neutral, simply taking a moment to just exist without doing anything in particular. His hide shivered slightly as the faintly cold water cascaded down his body, having soaked through his fur entirely. Drenched again. "Well, this is what you get for sitting in the rain, idiot." he thought bitterly to himself.

The sound of someone approaching nearby shook him from his introspection and grounded the man. The cold air hitting the hot springs nearby was creating enough steam that from this distance he couldn't make out much of what was over there but remained certain someone was over there now. Great, another stranger. Was anyone here not a stranger to him though? Hell, who cared anyways, he just didn't want to talk to anyone. Though the direction he'd planned on walking was incidentally the one past whoever was over there... Tentatively the man stepped forward and made his way towards the springs, wrinkling his nose at the funny smell of them that only grew more intense as he got closer. He tried to leave a wide berth, tip toeing away like a ghastly looking apparition. If he was lucky the other wolf might think she only imagined him. Freedom and the restoration of his shattered solitude were almost within his grasp...