There wasn't much to do in his life anymore. Sure, being a hunter that almost everyone admired did sound like something to be proud of, but even a skilled hunter has his days. With Titania always running off to explore her imagination or meet up with her friends, the brute felt like he needed some alone time. In fact, his cousin was probably with Caeto right now, enjoying herself with all the spunk and excitement. The man was best to enjoy his freedom too.
He hadn't known how long he had travelled for...or even how far. It was a long bank of shimmering pure sand that caught his attention. This had not been here before. For now he would let his paws take him along the sandbank, walking for about a mile until he had reached a land that he certainly had not be expecting. He had found himself far from home, in another continent. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity. He might as well spend the next month exploring this new continent. He didn't care.
Shallow waters lapped against his night black paws, and the large male would turn his head to the ocean. Cyan eyes could see clouds of delicate and heavy mist not far out from land. An island, perhaps? Was it worth having a looking at?
The massive creature would plunge into the waters, his legs and paws padding him to the island. It was a short distance away, and he soon pulled himself onto the shore. Many scents of death and fear entwined with his, wrapping his body in fog and mist. There was another faint smell and it was the scent of another. He would follow this scent before the mist tore it away.
He carried himself inland, his optics squinting to see through the white air. There were strange abandoned structures, built by what he assumed was an advanced race. Amongst the buildings and fog his eyes would lay upon a bold brown wolf, simply wandering in this lost empire.
"And what might you be doing here?" A deep and powerful masculine voice would inquire as he silently approached the other soul. The brute hold a dominant and muscular stance with the lifeless eerie winds ruffling his fur. His tone was sharp and cold, like that of a snake's.
