Goodbye Graceful

It wouldn't take long for someone to heed his called, it seemed. Crimson gaze fell upon a male about the same height as him, a dark pelt, and interesting colored eyes. Those eyes seemed to compliment the males pelt, and Azazel couldn't help but to stand and stare, transfixed by this. It took him a moment to respond, but when he did, he nodded. "Yeah, since the old geezers in my pack decided I'm not worth the time to train." That's what he told himself, anyway.

He eyed the stranger, curious as to who this was. He wasn't a pack wolf, obviously. At least...not from his. He didn't know what other packs were out there, but this male seemed to be a loner anyway. "What's your name, anyway? You're a loner, right?"