Nothing in This World

Home was far from here. Killian had been wandering on his own since he had been kicked out of the pack half a year ago, never settling, never making friends. He was convinced at this point that he was better off on his own no matter where he was. At home, closeness had only gotten him into trouble. He'd be damned to see that happen again so he never stopped moving, just kept exploring.



He had come into Alacritis only a few days ago and had been wandering through the barren, snowy north through the whole of those days. It had been empty and cold, Just like me... Killian's negativity had dominated his thoughts ever since he left the pack - he had been so sweet and good-hearted before the incident. His thoughts strayed back to that final moment, the chaos that surrounded him, the hatred in the faces of the alphas...



Throbbing in his paw brought him back to reality. He realized he had been mindlessly holding the weight of his whole self on his right side, and growl in frustration and he lifted the foot from the ground and shifted his weight to the other side. His good limbs propelled him forward, away from the weakening cold toward the south. His audits picked up the sound of the geyser long before he saw it or smelled the presence of the wolves that had already planted themselves around it.



Killian quietly picked his way over the landscape, stopping several yards away to take in the scene. Ruby optics fell on an alabaster female who looked around his age, and a younger ebony pup. He carefully deduced that they were not a threat and carried himself forward again, coming to a halt on the opposite edge of the geyser and settling back on his haunches, making a point not to look at the others. While the self he believed in told him he didn't want company, the kind Killian he thought he had left behind at his pack longed for attention and companionship. He could not acknowledge them, nor could he ignore them.