Homesteading is for Suckers

He had spent too damn long away from anyone else. The southern lands seemed to be a good place to search for his family at first, but it would seem Fiamette and Vi and Solo were all just... gone. For months he had kept up hope that he would find them again, or at least a trace of them, but it was to no avail. He was alone, and if he kept on chasing after ghosts it would remain that way... It had pissed him off at first, made him absolutely livid that they had gone... but now the brute just found himself bored. His feelings had taken a plunge, and a consistent bad mood befell the male. The Sovari were what he lived for, they were his, no matter who he came across or how much he liked them he had his family that he owned and owned him. Without that little piece of possession in his life, the red brute was almost completely lost.

Lost, but looking for purpose, he knew that he was meant for something, but had no idea what. His family tended to lead, but he just didn't have the drive to try and take over a pack or make his own. Not now, not when he needed to remake any sort of connections he craved. He needed to start smaller, find someone, anyone - perhaps a group, and start from there. Vivek was far from your average knight in shining armor, he was selfish, vain and arrogant... but he was also growing lonely. So he would take what he could get in terms of who he stayed with for now.

He really wanted some pleasant company though, preferably company that was easy on the eyes. That was and would always be a plus for the cardinal.

During his stay in Alacritia, he had found a few wolves of varying colors - but none, absolutely none had come even close to the color and intricacy of the wolf before him. Red eyes would stare, completely floored at the lupine that had just entered his field of vision. He had a soft spot for beauty, for those as exotic as himself - but never had someone been so much more so. Fuck, he nearly took a step back and blushed, he felt completely out done. Out classed. The asshole even had the nerve to be bigger than him. Ears would pin back as he took a step forward, slinking toward the male in question.

"Hey, are you looking for something?" Low tones were a bit roguish, and a smirk would touch the red male's lips in his usual manner of mischief. He meant no harm though, only wanted to speak with this male for a bit - possibly find out what he was up to. He had spied him sitting alone and gone for it, because why not, nothing had really managed to entertain Vivek nowadays, and the silence was literally killing him. "Would you mind a bit of company while you're here?" Not one to easily offer his help, but hey, if this guy asked him he probably would lend a paw...

He really was a sucker for a pretty face.

It was just a lot worse than previously thought.