Who am I to you?
He was getting a little better, but on discovering Glaciem was not for him, he had to move on. He was vulnerable without a pack that much was obvious, so the male spent his time hiding. Sparse pines was perfect for finding small prey, but his bones still stuck out of his body because he was indeed starving. His wounds were scabbed over, stuck, and painful because there was no healer around to heal him. He made sure to clean them off daily but it would probably be best to find a pack willing to assist him. Vereux didn't want to be away from the north, but it looked like he'd have to if he actually wanted to be in a pack. Though it was a call that brought his head up from his resting spot. A rather frustrated call, something he hadn't heard before. Alarm struck him firm, was that a pup lost? It sounded young, hurt, and even more so confused. Bringing himself to his paws the one eyed man stretched, his neck scar pulling against the fur tissue that was on the edges of it. Trotting in the soft snow, pulling through the tree's to the source of the call and stopped in his tracks. Vitus, one of his sons, how he'd grown but still he hadn't expected that he had always been a quiet one. The weak male would step forward, obvious distress was displayed in his boy. And Vereux knew the difficult time they were having. He had already discussed it with Athena, she belonged with Amalia and it gave him time to visit his children and then start being her brother once more. Though his dark ears pinned back slightly, hoping his sons anger wasn't gestured towards him.
“Vitus, what is wrong are you alright?” he wheezed softly, shaking his slightly moist fur from cleaning his wounds last. It made his ribs less noticeable but they were still apparent. He made himself a little less threatening but made sure to pay attention to Vitus' body language just incase he didn't wish to speak. He had learned how to read it after Arian being so quiet for some time.
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