A Most Profound Quiet

It had been seasons since he’d seen Mara, Zephyr, or any of the children. Félicien had become more wayward, his existence a bit on the sad and lonely side, but the mercenary didn’t show it if he was lonely. He went about his daily routines much the same way; rising early, hunting, training a little, and spending a bit of time traveling. But even Féli knew he was getting older. It was getting harder to go as far, or keep training for as long. Alas it seemed that sooner or later he might succumb to the curse that was old age. He didn’t want to think of that day though… he’d keep pressing for as long as he was able.

Félicien breathed in a breath of cold Northern air. He preferred the south, where it was warmer… but something had brought him this way. Not even Féli was entirely sure what it was… but there was something out here for him. Maybe it was a pack! The man thought sarcastically, giving a snort. Yeah, no way in hell he was joining one of those. He had left his old pack for a reason… and even if it was a more lonely existence… he wouldn’t go back to that. But maybe he was overdue to find some sort of friend or something.

The trees around him hardly felt welcoming… though Félicien didn’t pay much mind to them. His silver gaze was focused on what was ahead of him as he walked, padding slowly, thoughtfully, a frown on his face. His ears twitched, catching birdsong and various other sounds. Maybe with spring this place would become more lively… but not yet. Not with winter still lingering behind. The world still felt too quiet too him though... like nothing exciting was happening at all. The old man sighed...

Surely something might change?