It Hides in Darkness

☥ It seemed to take forever for the winds to calm enough so that he could part company with the girl he met and explore more on his own. He climbed through Dreamer's Col and made his way further north, moving along the path of least resistance as he trekked up the crumbled mountain pass. Cold green eyes landed on a dark spot in the mountainside and he followed until he came upon the opening to a cave. In a rare display of emotion, Reaper waved his tail once and then let it parallel with the ground once more, showing his pride in himself and a satisfaction that he rarely got to enjoy. Without hesitation, the beast plunges into the darkness that offers shelter from the biting cold of the northern winter winds. Once inside, the tri-colored male stopped to wait for his eyes to adjust to the abyssmal darkness.

☥ Reaper blinked at what he saw once his eyes drew in enough light to see, strange patterns that looked like animals appeared on the walls of this cave, and there was a faint smell of onion, though it was stale and likely to be very, very old. In the center of the cave was a small bundle of sticks, undisturbed and dormant, the remnants of an extinct species. Bones littered the floor of the cave, though Reaper knew by the lack of a death scent that the bones were ancient and had been here, not carried in from outside. There were what looked to be straw beds and even some animal skins laying about. As weird as the place was, Reaper had found a suitable shelter for himself.

☥He lay relaxing in the entrance to the cave, this particular one had been cut off from the world by a tunnel collapse. It was most likely the same geological event that caused the rubble in the Col. The sky was grey, darkening by the second, and Reaper watched as snow began to fall with mixed rain and ice. Thankfully, the clever bastard was smart enough to get out of the weather. The cave was plenty big enough for him and even a few others to fit comfortably in, though Reaper was reluctant to share anything. He still needed a wolf who could tell him about the place he had come to. More than just a few things anyway. He needed to know more so that he knew where he needed to start on his own goals. There were things to do, and the brutish male needed help in succeeding. Even if it came in the form of a few details, he would have to play nice...again. A small growl left him, but he closed his eyes and silenced himself soon after. Socializing was always a pain in the ass, especially when idle prattle made him want to eat faces.

OOC: Nav points, woot!

"Talking." Walking. Thinking. "Hearing." "Salem."