She's a giggle at a funeral

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The sun was high in the sky and it burned down on Niketas's broad shoulders his hulking form moving slowly across the mostly barren landscape. The last time he had been here he had bumped into one of his sisters, but of course he hadn't seen her since. That seemed to be a common theme with his family. Find each other every few months or so, catch up, say hello, promise to see each other more, and then go their separate ways for another few months. Well, he had his mother and Freya near him at an almost constant basis now since he had joined up with Arcanum. The pack's scent was still fresh and barely present on his pelt, but there was no denying it. He was a pack wolf now. He wasn't quite sure how he felt about it since the last pack he had been a part of had been his father's and really he had barely even been born then so who knew if that even counted. He was so used to wandering wherever he pleased, it was strange to think that he was now chained, more or less, to one place. That didn't keep his paws from straying from the pack lands, however.

The winter chill was present even here where the landscape was made up of rocks and sand, the ground carved out by the wind. The sun kept him warm enough though, along with his thick coat of gold and slate-blue fur. The light glittered gently off of each strand of hair, bringing out the stripes that wove their way along his sides, invading the stripe of blue-tainted fur that covered his shoulders and back. Acidic green eyes searched for anything or anyone of interest in this otherwise boring place. His dark-colored ears flicked indecisively. Maybe he should head back? If there wasn't anything to see here he might as well...