hopeless wanderer

Howling wind weaved it's way through the thick pelt of the large Wolf. Tendrils of deep crimson and onyx fur danced away from inky black skin. Within the past weeks of residing within these new lands Balerion had been able to put on some more weight. Upon arrival to Boreas he was skinny and had the air of a surviving loner. But, as he began to dwell longer and had access to more prey he was able to eat and flourish more. Ribs were no longer seen and his muscles no longer ached. Life was easier but not where he wished to be. With the company of Veraxes his desire to reconnect with the rest of his family was still very strong. She seemed to uplift his ambitions to make the best of such a dreadful situation.

The Vaelnaris stalked along the southern side of the wall. Cracked old stone was at his right side. Pure black eyes roamed the path before him and large jaws opened slightly to allow the whipping wind to bring forth scents. The taste of another Wolf fell upon his black tongue and Balerion lifted his head to look on. Alert eyes fell upon the sight of a greyscale femme moving south. The behemoth slowed as he watched her tall form glide against the frosty earth. Intrigue flashed through his thoughts as he hesitated. Balerion was no social butterfly but she smelled of no pack he had encountered. It would be interesting to speak to a fellow nomad. Thus, he moved to close the distance.

Black paws met the earth in a gentle trot towards the fae. Bal raised his head slightly as he came up on her side, remaining a safe ten tail lengths away. He was very cautious when it came to greeting new Wolves for he hadn't a clue of who or what this stranger was. Jaws parted once again and allowed his husky tones to sweep into the cool air. "Greetings, miss." His voice was less dry but still very deep. They stood at the same height thus it was easy for his gaze to pour into her own. Balerion's face gave little away but he held an air of simple neutrality.