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A smile was across the older wolf's muzzle as he strode through a part of the Seracian territory he'd seldom ventured through. Bane was for once in a very long time, visibly happy. Sure the hole in his pelt still burned with the twinges of pain coupled with the throbbing dull ache of bruised ribs, but despite the uncomfortable sensation were a branch went into your side and bouncing along your ribs, Bane wasn't really complaining about much. In fact he'd been feeling better apart from where the tear in his pelt was still bleeding... and the slash across his Talutah mark had scabbed over only to fracture with each movement of his leg.

Definitely feeling better about life now. A clearer mind, no more waking up in the middle of the night with a cold shiver and a bout of nervousness as he tried to get back to sleep. A certain weight had seemed to been lifted off of his back, almost as if he'd lost something. Though it felt like something that had been with him a long time, a burden, not a blessing for sure, but it's presence was no longer with him, and he was fine with that. Whatever it had been, it seemed to detach from Bane the moment the accident had happened.

A packmate had been there to help him and be had been grateful. But apart from that he didn't bother to remember what had transpired between him and the she-wolf on the lakeside because a voice had suddenly interrupted his musings. Bane peeked his head up to see a flash of red and white splotches do a turnabout to face the bushes where Bane was. The older Seracian rounded the obstruction and eyed the ground with a soft smile, beginning to speak to who he thought it was.

"Hey Valkis, long time... how..."

Bane looked up to address 'Valkis' and solidified his friendly demeanor upon seeing who it actually was. "Oh, it's you... stop that low growl before you deepen your voice. Where's Loccian?" Bane's mood visibly soured at the appearance of the younger wolf.