-- the longest of nights

How long had he been in Valhalla? He wasn't too sure, but he was sure it had probably been over a month or so. He'd lost track of time. And how could he not when he was constantly running into new packmates every time he headed out to explore his home. It was refreshing to always have someone to run into, to actually be able to get to know his pack mates unlike in Tortuga where he only met a scarce few. Valhalla was much more of a family and Demonio knew he had made the right choice in having decided to come join his best friend's pack. Perhaps he really should've joined it from that day that they had met in the battlefield, but if he hadn't gone through everything he'd gone through, he wouldn't appreciate Valhalla as much as he did now.


He wasn't very sleepy that night. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he wasn't. So the ivory man had abandoned his den for the night, leaving behind his daughter in the safety of her slumber, taking to the fresh night. It was a cool night, just warm enough for one to know that summer was indeed in full blast. The moon illuminated a path before him as he wandered through his home, allowing his paws to carry him where they may. He wasn't sure what exactly was driving him to wander, but it was better than lying awake in his den all night. The fresh air felt good filling his lungs, mismatched gems dancing across the dark landscape, spotting what he thought was a figure somewhere up ahead. The man slowly moved towards the figure, careful not to startle the she-wolf he'd scented. Hello? He called out tentatively, bringing his large mass to a halt as he waited to see if he would receive an answer.


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