It would be rude to come around in the middle of the night, when the beast was awake. So for this once he was trying to change his habits, for what reason he wasn't entirely sure. The phantom had plenty of world experience now. He was much more than just a boy with a hard past to back up his pack behaviors. Miharu was six years of age, and had grown some since coming to Tortuga when he was merely two and half years old. After the volcano eruption, he used it as a slight excuse to leave, when he had been losing interest in a pack he felt useless in anyway. Now he was here, hoping that a new pack would do him some good. The others were far too same for his tastes, besides perhaps the kingdom who wouldn't tolerate his viscous nature during the night hours. Miharu was hoping to control the urge's, what made him think this pack would help him, he wasn't sure himself and he didn't quiet care. The slimmer wolf with glowing turquoise eyes felt the flakes of snow falling on his pelt. This would be a test of the patience he had with him for years. It was the pain that he considered in the back of his mind. Rejection, well then he would turn around and simply go on and find a different life. Though it wouldn't help him in the hopes of changing who he was and how he acted. The only time he had shown an interest in doing so in the first place. With so much blood on his paws, there was no doubt in the back of his mind that he almost found himself to be mentally unstable.
The cold forest was his friend in the little hope it gave off. As he searched over the borders of these pack lands. The terrain was suitable for a pack that seemed to hide in the shadows. So what was that ate away at them, was it corruption, or did this pack have a connection that was strange. Miharu hoped he could become part of that life connection, if it were even possible for him to make the effort to not be apathetic. As he was he did not care, nor wondered why he should care. He took kindness as a threat to him, because of the confusion of him being unable to save a past lover. Then with the betrayal he felt from a woman in Tortuga, vanishing without another word. It had grown to make him hate the world rather than ignore it. Miharu was still trying his best though. The lost prince did not wish to burden others, as the same he did not wish to burden himself.
After finding a suitable spot, the male sat down, his red ears perked forward. As his red tail still curled up at his side. Those odd cloudy turquoise eyes of his looking into the territory. Illuminating the outside of his gray splotches on his face. His coat had grown into a full layered armor. In which it looked like he had more muscle than was actually there. Miharu was meant for speed not strength. As he waited with his head dropped at a respectful level, he wondered about the outcome. How they would judge him, and if they could even possibly comprehend the attitude that his eyes easily concealed. Where as they looked as if they held no emotion. That was under a dark and hard shell, he never wanted to release it down again, unless he felt comfortable with it as he had not for many years. Where he had never really grown up from his endeavors.
