The injuries the man whom he had once called father inflicted on him still hurt. They were done bleeding now, but were still pretty painful. He assumed within a few days they would be scabbed over and all that would be left of them would be scars. The warrior part of him regretted not having fought back. He should've showed his father that he wasn't going to be easily scarred and that he was much more than a pup. He was nearly 3 years old now, a fully grown man and the pale ghost needed to acknowledge that. But alas, Taurig was the bigger man. He preferred to stand there and take the abuse rather than fight back and give in to the Ice King's wants. He was done giving Isardis what he wanted and yesterday had been testimony to that. They were only a few cuts and bruises, nothing to major. After all, he didn't think that the pale man had the real guts to kill his own flesh and blood, no matter what the cobalt King had done.
There were no new members in his pack to speak of, at least not yet. But he wasn't worried. He was sure that news of his claiming would spread quickly through alacritis, as most news did, and wolves would slowly come trickling in. He was a patient man and a kind one. He would not force wolves to join his pack if they didn't wish to. He would be nothing like his father as a ruler. Ebony limbs would pull the new King slowly through his new territory, icy gaze surveying the landscape. It wasn't such a bad place. The land looked to be rather fertile here, given the volcanic dirt. It was pretty quiet, but something in the distance caught the blue man's attention. Pace was halted, ebony nostrils flaring as the scent of blood tinged the air. Blood. That could only mean one thing. Not in a hurry to see who it was, but curious, the titan would again move onwards, this time following his nose towards the source of the smell. It was deer blood and a she-wolf. A golden she-wolf to be exact. She was dragging away a deer carcass. Where had she come from?
The King stood silently in the shadows of the timbers, watching with interest as the smaller woman dragged her kill. Did she live here? He would have to wait to approach her and speak with her to find that out. In the case that she did, he would have no problem offering her a home here.
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