It Went By Like Dusk To Dawn
02-09-2015, 02:22 AM
He was only slightly better than before, of course still starving. Yet his energy had increased, Vereux no longer needed to stop often to rest. Being here in the north seemed to raise his spirits, specially since he grew up here. The memories were painful, but many of them were wonderful memories. Flicking his tail behind him, he tilted his head to one side the scar on it gleaming slightly as his single eye caught wind of a pup. His nose as well, what was a pup doing out here all alone. She looked to nearly be three seasons, so it was still dangerous. He wasn't one to talk, dying and starving and as a child he ran away from home multiple times probably just to get his fathers attention. When in the end, he never really did. He also, hated his mother, Vereux sighed softly. How did that wrecked relationship end, and now he was heartbroken as well having to leave his previous wife and all of his sons.
“Are you alright?” Vereux would step closer to her, yet keeping his distance in case he scared her. He would not hurt a child, nor would he hurt anyone unless they hurt him first. That was just how he worked, although he wasn't much of a fighter. He had tried and tried in his youth, but it just didn't work that way. Besides in his condition, starving, he couldn't and wouldn't fight. Which was why he needed to seek the protection of a pack soon. Hopefully one in his home in the north, no matter what it was, he only hoped it fit his needs.
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