Catatonia

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The brunette lord was merely walking, his old bones needing as much lubrication and flow as they could get. He was reaching an age most wolves didn't even get the right to live to, and he was doing a fine job, so far. 'Course, admittedly, if there were things he could do differently, he probably would have let himself fall head first onto a rock so maybe he would get a heavy case of amnesia and for just awhile forget everything. Though, he had to admit, not understanding those around him to help them because of it...that would hurt.

A faint scent of blood crossed his nares and the lord would turn to it, a casual gait upheld for this was the scent of prey, not that of his own. Yet, he would come to the vision of his eldest son. His eyes seeming troubled...there was something here. He moved with fluidity to the child. His own body attempting to slide alongside the boy. He was growing up fast. Soon to be a man in his own right. "Do you wanna tell me what ails you? Or am I going to have to start muttering random lectures to peg what's going on?" A slight smile would rise on his lips as he turned his sapphire gaze unto the slate male.