Haunting Past
05-30-2015, 12:35 PM
The north might of called to him, that was the reason why he was here. The history that this place held was a constant reminder of who he could have been, and who he was not at the moment. Yet, when he saw the female, he lowered himself to the sand a little bit to watch her. Who was she? For a moment he thought he knew who she was, but obviously her scent and appearance were foreign. Vereux raised himself once more, perhaps, he could do some recruiting for Yfir. Katja might have been happy about that, it wasn't like the pack was evil. They were strong, and they needed the members regardless. He himself was a pack wolf by nature, he could not handle being a loner.
The male would approach, letting out a bark so that she wouldn't be startled by him. Coming up by her left side so that his right eye that was there could see her clearly. "Are you.... looking for something?" he asked a little curiously. His voice was fairly mundane, he tried to keep it that he was not threatening. Vereux himself had been a slave at one point, he knew how it felt to be treated like you were nothing. Like you weren't even an individual and you didn't deserve the life given to you. It did something to your head, some accepted it, and others started to believe it. He himself, was not sure where he stood.
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