A Change of Scenery

Bane strode around the little clearing where his mind, and paws, had led him too, contemplating what had happened in this secluded spot. A mating, between him and a black she-wolf, Destruction. It was a fling more than anything, a few words were said and conditions were met by his cleverness and the female's own temper. It had pleased him for a while but still, a certain satisfaction was vacant from his everyday life. The happiness his dead mate had brought him, and the sorrow and revenge he sought after Alarice's death after giving birth.

The void couldn't be filled it seems, naught with meat or mating. Bane needed love. The loneliness and the companionship the white female had filled with her affection was gone now, and it was why he nosed around the area, why he wasted his days way hoping that Destruction would come back. And when perched his forelegs upon a log and peaked his head over the top of the frost-fallen bushes Bane let out a low whine at the black figure sliding along the ice.

But it wasn't her. It wasn't Destruction. It was an unfamiliar one. Maybe she'd help fill the empty void with a little conversation. Or a sudden rescue if the ice held up. Bane let out a bark to let her know he was there, and he was watching.